They chose grandeur, and the room answered.
Towering columns rose with gold at their crowns, ivory drapes layered soft against carved stone, and white florals cascaded down with trailing greens as though the architecture itself had begun to bloom. Crystal chandeliers hung above it all, and below, the floors gave everything back in reflection.
Candlelight moved through the edges. The palette stayed ivory and gold and green, balanced and still, the way beautiful things tend to be when nothing has been left to chance.
By the end it felt less like a venue and more like something that had always existed, waiting for exactly this evening.
