The sun rose over Savannah in a blaze of soft amber and warm gold, burning away the morning mist clinging to the live oaks. The air outside was sweet with the scent of blooming jasmine and salty coastal air—a crisp, flawless Saturday morning.
Inside the bride's suite at the Gastonian Inn, sunlight streamed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating ivory silk, crystal vases, and fresh white roses.
Maya stood in the center of the room, staring at her reflection in the full-length gilded mirror.
She wore a custom white lace gown that fit her sleek frame like a masterfully engineered blueprint. The bodice featured a delicate illusion neck with intricate floral lace crawling up her collarbones, before sweeping down into a low, dramatic back. The fitted skirt flared softly at he
