Once upon a time, in the sunlit deserts of Arizona, there lived a spirited maiden named Rebecca. She had roamed far and wide, a brave healer and wise medical consultant, tending to those in need across the lands. For seven long years, she journeyed from place to place, her heart touched by adventure and her spirit as free as the wind. But deep within, Rebecca carried a dream—a wish to settle down, perhaps with a kindhearted Texas soul, close to her beloved family. And so, when the time felt right, she journeyed back home to the rolling hills of Austin, Texas. It was there, amidst the bluebonnets and sprawling oaks, that fate unveiled a delightful twist. Rebecca met not the Texas cowboy she envisioned, but an English gentleman with hair as fiery as autumn leaves. He was charming, with a gleam in his eye and a laugh that echoed like the warm strum of a guitar. And though they came from worlds apart, the two shared a common thread—they were both a little daring and a touch mischievous. Like many a modern maiden, Rebecca had cautiously ventured into the world of online matchmaking. She crafted her profile with care, her heart guarded yet hopeful, and scanned through suitors with a discerning eye. Until, one evening, her fingers paused over a dashing profile: a red-haired lad with an athletic (ish) build and a seemingly clean-cut charm. As her heart fluttered faster, Rebecca knew she’d always had a soft spot for redheads. Messages soon flew back and forth, and with every word exchanged, Rebecca found herself enchanted and rather exhausted. Days melted into nights, and though she fretted over keeping up with his lively banter, she was not one to enjoy exchanging words over digital devices. Alas, Friday arrived—the day of their first meeting. Under the soft glow of the evening, the gallant redhead, whose name was David, arrived to escort Rebecca to a cozy gathering place, the Hotel Van Zandt. David was a true gentleman, opening doors and lending his ear to Rebecca’s every word. She thought him to be a person of good character, even though he, like everyone, had his flaws. He was very forthcoming and honest with her. He was so honest, in fact, that Rebecca felt certain he couldn’t be looking to court anyone seriously. For who could share such truths on a first encounter? And so, with her guard down and daring to match his candor, she revealed her own secrets—the ones she usually kept only in her diary. Their laughter filled the air, mingling with tales of childhood dreams and heartaches, and as the night grew, they found themselves among strangers at a wedding celebration. Without hesitation, Rebecca and David mingled with the jubilant crowd, blending seamlessly into the merriment. It was there, amidst the laughter and dance, that they both sensed a spark—a light that flickered with the hope of magic. But as their story unfolded, a twist awaited. On a moonlit night, just a few sleeps later, as Rebecca zoomed down the street on a motorized scooter, a hidden bump sent her tumbling, leaving her with an injury that tethered her to bed for weeks. David, ever the gentleman, offered to visit, yet Rebecca, in her pride, declined. He wondered if he alone had felt the magic between them. And in the solitude of her bedroom as she healed, doubts crept in—perhaps some of the honesty she had so openly embraced had started to linger in the mind of the ever-optimistic girl. Time passed, and though the world moved on, fate would have its way yet. As the world buzzed in, seemingly out of nowhere, strange plague swept over the land, rendering friends and family isolated from one another. Rebecca had to be braver than ever, fighting day in and day out to save the weakest and the weary. She grew lonely from the isolation and, due to her dangerous work, couldn’t safely even see her family, though they were close by. One particularly weary evening, three months after her first encounter with David, amidst the struggles of her work, she paused. She desperately needed to laugh and wondered when was the last time she had. She thought of the ginger and sent him a simple message. The next evening, there he was at her doorstep, a pizza in hand and a smile that could melt the frostiest of hearts. They picked right back up as if they had only seen each other yesterday and spoke long into the night, a friendship blossoming like wildflowers in spring. Their tale was not without its trials—storms would rise, and life’s tides would ebb and flow. But each challenge only bound them closer together. Rebecca realized that in this world, so vast and uncertain, she had found her true north in a ginger named David. And as a gentle bonus, she gained the love of another redhead—a younger soul whom she cherished as her own. Then, one magical day, as Rebecca and David were preparing for a grand birthday adventure to the exotic island of Bali, tunes of Billy Joel filled the air—familiar melodies they often played to lift their spirits through the harder times. With all the love in his heart, David knelt before her on one knee and asked her to be his forever. She was completely surprised by his gesture, (she is in fact a very hard girl to surprise) and she sang out yes, as tears filled her eyes. As Rebecca gazed at the sparkling jewel upon her finger, she wondered if it was all a dream. But it was real—her very own version of a fairytale. And so, with hearts as full as the Texas sky, Rebecca and her beloved David embarked on the most wondrous adventure of all—hand in hand, in love everlasting.