Well, joke's on her because we sat down with Jomar later in the year for a callback.
In this second of a two-part wedding celebration (the former being an intimate church ceremony in Washington, DC with close friends and family), we flew, got shuttled, and then ferried across to the long, sliver of an island just northeast of Cancun, Isla Mujeres.
Those in attendance—and a number of beachgoers, too—got to witness the true culmination of a love story gone beautifully right. Undoubtedly made all the sweat and few shades of darker skin worth it (no laughing matter).
Salud, Rachelle y Jomar!