A Love Story, Mostly True

It started at an all-women’s investment seminar, where you go to talk about financial life goals and end up talking about love lives too. One of Maya’s financial goals, for the record, was a small beach house in Cape Cod. She attended the seminar at the invitation of her friend, Ami Doshi, who is also Kendall Travis’s financial advisor. Kendall and Maya sat next to each other and hit it off. They immediately felt like old friends.

Over brunch, not long after a recent break up for Maya, Kendall said, I have someone for you. I talked to him. He's in the middle of raising an investment round for his newest deal and he'll call you when he gets off the road and can take you on a proper date.

Kendall had also called Amish. I never set anyone up with anyone, she told him. But you have to meet this girl. She's beautiful: half French and half Indian, smart, and has a great bod. Amish replied, I'm intrigued. Tell her I'll call in three weeks.

He did. And then, he more or less didn't stop.

What followed was a courtship built on long weekend trips: hikes, flights, swims, live music, dinners that ran late. We fell in love while traveling, Maya says, and I think that's a perfect way to get to know someone.

Take their very first trip together, to Yountville. Amish realized, once they'd arrived, that he'd left his dress shirt back at their hotel in San Francisco. Maya was delighted by his response — a shrug, a smile. Oh well, I'll call the hotel when I get home and have it shipped. Want to go to that store with the hats you liked? You can get a hat, and I'll get a shirt for dinner.

That whole weekend felt like magic. The weather was perfect, the air between them felt charged and Amish got a last minute res at French Laundry. In a lot of ways, it was the weekend that sealed the deal. On the Sunday drive back to SFO, Maya commented what an incredible weekend it had been, and Amish replied, I know! I don't even want this car ride to end!

Fifteen months after their first date, Amish suggested a quick trip back to Napa. This time felt different. Amish had arranged a private tour at Paradigm, one of Maya's favorite vineyards, and somewhere in the middle of it, he got down on one knee and asked her to make him the luckiest man. She did. It was January 10, 2026.

From there, the search for a wedding venue became its own little adventure: Todos Santos, Mexico City, Costa Rica, and finally, San Miguel de Allende — a city with a kind of magic none of the others quite matched. It was what Maya and Amish wanted for their guests: a small trip somewhere beautiful — new to some of you, and already beloved by others.

More than anything, they want you to feel joy and celebrate love and adventure, and the people who make the ride worth it.

We can't wait to see you in San Miguel.

No gifts please, your presence is our present.