Sophia & James — a garden ceremony at golden hour.

"We wanted a wedding that felt like a long Sunday dinner with our favorite people. No performance, no spectacle — just everyone we love in one beautiful garden."

Sophia and James met at a bookstore in Orlando — both reaching for the last copy of the same novel. Three years later, they got married in her grandmother's garden, where the same novel sat on every table as the favor.

The ceremony was at six p.m., timed exactly to the moment the light turned gold through the live oaks. The bouquets were cut that morning from family yards across three counties. Dinner was family-style under a string-lit pergola, and the toasts ran long because nobody wanted them to end.

It was, in Sophia's words, the easiest day of her life — because every person in the room had been chosen with care, and every detail had been planned by people they trusted.