The morning belonged to Inês — every bridesmaid and her mother seeing the dress for the first time, and then her father in the doorway, saying nothing at all.
Across the villa, Tomás and his friends were a blast to photograph. Light, loose, not a nerve in the room, and Tomás ready to see his wife.
The seats filled while the sun moved in and found the gaps between the stone pillars. In front of a hundred or so of their people, the two of them gave the most moving vow exchange I have photographed all year. Tears, again.
Then I stole them away to the secret garden for their first minutes alone as husband and wife — one of my favorite parts of any day. You could practically hear their hearts between each kiss.
Their guests were on their feet when the newlyweds came into the great hall, and the dancing and the champagne spilled well past midnight. Inês and Tomás, thank you for letting me be part of it.