The day started swiftly - coffee, deep breaths, an estate rich with anticipation. But by evening, everything had changed.

Guests arrived at a Victorian manor, unsure of what to expect. What they found was a wedding that unfolded like a story. Savannah and Zac met halfway down the aisle in a world of stillness and emotion. The vows were honest, a little tearful, and full of intent. While their words were careful, their hearts were not.

Dinner followed in a gallery of moments - each table named for a place in their relationship, each detail quietly personal. And then, just when the night seemed to settle, a hidden door opened. Down a narrow staircase, past the old stone walls, the energy shifted.

The underground cellar came to life.

What followed was equal parts elegance and revelry - a candlelit room filled with music, laughter, late-night toasts, elegant desserts, and an unreasonably large charcuterie station. Dancing and memories were fueled by the bar that never closed. It was the kind of party where time slipped away, and the sun was patient to rise.

In the end, they were wed — and that’s their favorite part.