WINTER — JULY | 96 GUESTS | THE CEDAR LAWN
Beneath a stand of trees just turning gold, rows of timber crossback chairs lined a quiet green aisle, with two white plinths marking where they would meet. She wore a strapless silk gown with a draped, pleated bodice, its train pooling across the lawn beneath a cathedral veil. He wore black tie, a calla lily pinned neatly at his lapel. The flower appeared again in her cascading bouquet among orchids, roses, anthurium leaves and trailing amaranthus as she walked down the aisle on her father’s arm. After exchanging rings, they moved from the garden into the sunlit Conservatory, where an antique chandelier hung beneath the skylight above tables dressed in ivory linen and brass candlesticks. After exchanging rings, they walked hand in hand into the sunlit Conservatory, where an antique chandelier hung beneath the skylight above tables dressed in ivory linen and brass candlesticks. A promise made quietly beneath the trees became a celebration shared with everyone they loved.
