

Our Story
A braai in Centurion. Kayla arrived late, Wynand was on fire duty, and neither of them remembers what anyone else said that evening.
A home of our own. One small flat, two opinions about the thermostat, and a very spoiled sausage dog named Biltong.
The rooftop. Golden hour over the city, a photographer "just for fun", and a question Kayla had secretly been waiting on for years. She said yes before he finished asking.






