IN THE HUSH OF LIGHT | 87 GUESTS | THE GOVERNOR’S LAWN
Soft light gathered beneath the ancient branches as they spoke their vows, the Governor’s Lawn hushed in golden calm. Her gown, a sweep of ivory silk, caught the breeze like breath, while garden florals in muted cream and blush framed the aisle in quiet grace. Guests rose with gentle reverence — a moment suspended, neither beginning nor end. Later, the Conservatory shimmered with candlelight, glass catching the rhythm of laughter and the slow unfurling of evening. Every detail — the lace-trimmed veil, the polished table settings, the stillness before dusk — felt like a note in a longer song, composed with tenderness and held by time.
