Abigail & Máté
Warm, candid, and a little cinematic.
Meridian House hands you rooms before it hands you a party. Oak, green library walls, and a window at the end of every hall. The afternoon started quietly inside them.
Outside, early April, the trees only just coming back. Everyone walked out into the last of the afternoon.
Two white urns, a short walk, and the two of them in front of everybody at once.
They danced twice. In white during the ceremony, and again after dinner in blue, in a ballroom that was built for exactly this and almost never gets asked.
Black tapers, low lamps, candles down the length of the hall. The house does most of the work once the light goes.
Black bows all the way up, and both their names and the date painted across the front.
The floor went green and blue and stayed loud, and the last of it happened out on the street.