Not at thirteen when other boys glowed up faster. Not at seventeen when athletes got more attention. Not at twenty-three standing next to his wife — who is genuinely, almost unfairly beautiful. She’s the kind of pretty that makes people pause mid-conversation. The kind that gets free desserts and unsolicited compliments. The kind that, when she walks beside him in heels, still looks small and delicate next to his 6’4 frame — but somehow steals every ounce of attention anyway.