Stacey Scott and Domenic Carnavale of North kingstown are set to wed at Rhodes on the Pawtuxet on January 19, 2019.
How We Met
Domenic and I met in 2007 at a high school basketball game. We went to high school together, but I did not know who he was. On my way to find a seat, a mutual friend called me over and introduced me to his best friend, Domenic. Domenic instantly reached out to shake my hand. When our hands touched and our eyes locked, I was instantly impressed. We would not meet again for two years. One day, while I was at a new friend’s house, she told me that her brother was home from college. Her brother walked in the room and my worlds collided. There, next to who would soon become my best friend, was her brother, Domenic. It has been almost ten years since that day. We have grown together, made each other better, and pushed each other to always reach higher.
Our Proposal Story
Because Domenic and I had been together for almost nine years, I knew him very well. It was going to be hard for him to pull off any sort of surprise proposal. I had always mentioned that if he were to ever propose, I would love to have my loved ones surrounding me. I knew I had made the perfect proposal a difficult task, but on July 1st, 2017, Domenic chose the perfect moment to ask me to marry him. We were at my aunt’s house in Wickford awaiting the annual fireworks display. Earlier in the week, I overheard Domenic tell a friend that he had called the town to ensure that the fireworks were going off on the 1st. Knowing Domenic, I knew this was drastically out of character, so I had a hunch that something life changing was about to happen. Although the proposal wasn’t a total shock, the way he did it made me more positive than ever that he is the one I want to spend my life with. My three-year-old niece brought a box over to Domenic stating: “Uncle Dom, I think you forgot something.” Domenic then got down on one knee and so simply and elegantly said: “Stacey, we have been together for nine years and I have been so proud to call you my girlfriend, but I would be even more proud to call you my wife. Will you marry me?” And, with my signature ugly cry, I shouted nine years’ worth of “Of course!”
