A CLASSIC IN WHITE AND GREEN | WINTER - JULY | 96 GUESTS | THE CEDAR LAWN
Beneath a stand of trees just turning gold, rows of timber crossback chairs waited either side of a quiet green aisle, two simple white plinths marking where they would meet. Her gown was a study in restraint, a strapless silk with a draped and pleated bodice, its train pooling generously across the lawn, while a cathedral veil caught the afternoon light like breath held. He wore black tie with a calla lily boutonniere pinned neat against the lapel, the same lily echoed in the cascading bouquet of orchids, roses, anthurium leaves and trailing amaranthus his bride carried down the aisle on her father's arm. Rings exchanged, hands still finding each other in the walking shots, they moved from garden vows into a sunlit conservatory, its skylight framing an antique chandelier above tables dressed in ivory linen, brass candlesticks, and Queen Anne's lace, before confetti and laughter carried them back out beneath the trees.
