GABRIELLA & MARKELL
We started downtown. Morning light, quiet room, her dress by the window. Just Gabriella, calm and collected.
By the time she walked into the garden with her dad, everything had shifted. Markell’s eyes didn’t leave her. The air stilled. You could feel the weight of the moment.
And then celebration. A second dress. Dancing like nobody was watching. Pizza at midnight. Gabriella laughing with her head thrown back. Markell holding his little cousin on the dance floor like it was the most normal thing in the world.
No spectacle. Just a couple fully present, with people who love them, in a place that felt right. I just followed the rhythm.