The ceremony was short and full of warmth, held in the courtyard just as the light began to fade. Camille’s father walked her in to a song her grandmother used to sing.

Inside, the long table glowed. Each course came with a toast, and between them guests moved seats, swapped stories, and leaned in to hear the speeches.

When the last plates were cleared, the tables were pushed aside and the music took over. The final photograph of the night shows Camille and Noah in the middle of the floor at ten to midnight, completely lost in the moment.