Meghan & Corey

Meghan and Corey came to the island for one thing: a ceremony above the water with nothing in the frame but greenery, white, and sky. The rotunda was dressed in cascading foliage and left otherwise bare.

The morning belonged to the two of them, quiet rooms, last adjustments, a father helping with a bow tie. We held the schedule loosely so none of it had to be rushed.

The ceremony was set for late light. Guests walked out under gold, the recessional turned into a tunnel of napkins overhead, and dinner carried on under a tent strung with chandeliers and fairy light until the first dance.