There was something SO chic about how this weekend felt. Whites, fresh greens and pale wood set the perfect pared-back tone, with very little that felt trend-led or overly styled. The flowers actually began the night before the wedding, for Eva and Andrea’s dinner in the Garden Room followed by a Father of the Bride cinema night in the Hearth Room (which I loved!). We created a mix of dainty ikebana-style bowls and fuller arrangements for dinner, then moved them through to the cinema afterwards. The next day, the wedding tables were almost completely flower-free, lit instead by hundreds of candles for one bold, dramatic sweep of light. It felt elegant, grown-up and really relaxed.
The ceremony had one detail I know I’ll never forget. During planning, Eva told me about a Swiss Christmas tradition where you cut the most beautiful branch from the tree to represent someone you’ve lost. So, in our baskets of apple blossom, spirea, tulips, ranunculus, sweet peas, hellebores, and fritillaria, we deliberately left a visible gap, removing some of the blossom and flowers and arranging them separately in memory of her mum. Eva explained it to me as, “You can still have a beautiful life, even if something is missing”, and that completely floored me – it’s something that has stayed with me ever since.
Her bouquet was pure lily of the valley, with every single stem individually wired to keep it upright, so seeing her become so emotional when I handed it over meant a lot. After 18 months of planning together, I’d got to know Eva really well – and we still chat now, which I absolutely adore.