Christiana once wrote that before she knew Kostas, she would never have been with anyone. She would have stayed single. Not out of some romantic principle. Just because nobody else made sense. The version of Kostas she first met was guarded, closed off, always on defence. But something pulled her in anyway, and she could never explain it. It took time. He opened up. Not for her, but for himself. And that is what won her over. They have been together for six years now, and the way she describes it is simple. ‘‘In love, with plenty of madness and humour’’. Their favourite thing in the world is a road trip with no plan. Music on, her camera in hand, making him stop the car every time she sees something worth photographing. If they stay home, it is board games, talking, and laughing until they forget what time it is.

They are from the same village. Christiana's sister married Kostas's cousin, which made anything between them feel… ‘‘forbidden’’. But the moment Kostas made the move, that was it. There was always something in the air when they were around each other, and once he acted on it, nothing else mattered. He proposed at The Agora Hotel in Lefkara with Leonard Cohen playing in the background. The timing was complicated, and Christiana was not in an easy place. It took months before she could look at the ring and feel what she wanted to feel. But she got there. And once she did, she did not look back.