SPRING — SEPTEMBER | 58 GUESTS | THE CEDAR LAWN
Tall, sculptural florals rose from the lawn like a garden dreaming itself into architecture—white roses, orchids, calla lilies, delphiniums and branching greenery gathering around Pauline and Mark as they exchanged vows. Pauline’s softly draped, off-the-shoulder gown opened into a sweeping skirt, her sheer veil settling over its train and holding the last gold of the day, while her bouquet fell in a quiet cascade of white and green. Later, beneath the Conservatory’s fairy-lit glass roof and gilded chandelier, long candlelit tables carried that restraint forward: calla lilies and pale green blooms in slender glass vases, black ribbon tied at each place. Pauline changed into fluid satin before the evening gave itself over to the dark, sparklers alight along the gravel drive. For a little while, the whole world was this: Pauline and Mark choosing one another and everyone they loved close enough to witness it.
