A STUDY IN GRACE | 126 GUESTS | THE CEDAR LAWN
Their vows were spoken beneath the hush of towering trees, where ivory ribbons traced the aisle and roses clustered at the base of a grand cedar, wild and unstructured as if grown just for them. Her gown, pleated like pressed silk, caught the light with every step, and the air held the stillness of something sacred. Later, laughter gathered in the Conservatory, spilling into the night with the clink of glassware and candlelight flickering against pressed linens. There was a certain quiet joy to it all. Even the cake, crowned in perfect raspberries, felt artful in its restraint. A day composed with grace.
