AS THE TREES HELD WITNESS | 93 GUESTS | THE GOVERNOR’S LAWN
Light filtered through the canopy as she walked the lawn in sculpted silk mikado, veil falling from a clean, mid-set knot, her hair swept back with quiet precision. Pearl earrings caught the sun as she moved. Arrangements curved at ground level - reflexed roses, cool-toned hydrangea, and amaranthus trailing like brushstrokes. Her bouquet, too, was intentional in its restraint. He stood waiting in classic black, a single rose at his lapel. Vows came softly, held in the hush of the garden, where time seemed to slow. Later, they danced beneath the night sky on a black-and-white checkered floor, the glow of sparklers flickering in every hand, joy cast like light across the lawn.
