A THRESHOLD IN FABRIC & LIGHT | 113 GUESTS | THE CEDAR LAWN
She entered with her father, her satin gown moving in liquid lines, veil edged in lace like fine engraving against air. The cedar stood before them as a sentinel, its branches folding into silence while orchids, garden roses and hydrangea gathered with greenery at its base — not as decoration but as offering, as though the garden itself leaned in to witness. White ribbons traced the aisle like streams of light, guiding guests into stillness as vows rose softly into the afternoon air. At the reception, the sense of intention carried through — pears nestled among florals, glassware tied with black ribbons etched in playful symbols and menus adorned with hand-drawn detail. Each table felt both refined and alive, blending elegance with personality. As candlelight gathered the evening close, the celebration seemed to distil into presence — luminous, grounded and enduring.
