A Love Story, Mostly True

It started at an all-women’s investment seminar, the kind of event where you go to talk about life and financial goals and somehow end up talking about love lives too. Maya’s financial goal, 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. Kendall immediately felt like an old friend.

Over brunch not long after, 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 shirts 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 them shipped. Want to go to that store with the hats you liked? You can get a hat, and I'll get a couple of shirts for our dinners.

That whole weekend felt like magic. The sun was shining, Amish got a last-minute reservation at French Laundry, and neither of them wanted the trip to end. In a lot of ways, it was the weekend that sealed the deal. On the Sunday drive back to SFO, Maya said 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, adventure, and the people who make the ride worth it.

No gifts, please. Your presence is our present.

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