It was a fairytale wedding. A beautifully manicured lawn in front of a colonial-era building, standing against the backdrop of the magnificent lake. The sky dyed an impressive orange-red as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. Families and friends rose from the white and gold Tiffany chairs along the aisle under the strings of fairy lights and cheered as the music started playing through the speakers.
The groomsmen and bridesmaids marched down the aisle which was lined with fresh peonies, roses, and ranunculus in pastel shades, before taking their places on either side of the lucky groom who stood waiting anxiously at the end of the aisle. An adorable pair of flower boy and girl followed, bouncing gingerly down the aisle, tossing flower petals onto the ground. A lady whom I assume to be the parent of either one of them was waving excitedly and snapping photos as they went.