How We Met
It was the kind of October morning that smells of rain and warm bread. Celeste had wandered into a small gallery in the Marais, drawn by a painting of pale roses caught in marble light. Olivier was the one who had painted it.
Two years, one proposal under the wisteria arch in Bordeaux, and a shared dream of quiet mornings and long dinners later — we are ready to say yes, forever. We would be honoured to have you witness it.