Jake Anderson, the photographer, appeared beside Damien and Aria with his camera and a friendly grin.
"Congratulations!" he said warmly. "That was a beautiful ceremony. Now, before we lose this perfect afternoon light, I need to steal you both for about thirty minutes of formal photos. Is that okay?"
"Of course," Damien said, his arm sliding around Aria's waist protectively.
"Perfect," Jake said. "Let's start with some shots by the gazebo where you were just married. The light hitting those white roses is incredible right now."
Helen Bennett reappeared, clipboard in hand, ever efficient.
"While the couple does photos," she announced to the lingering guests, "everyone please proceed to the cocktail hour area. We have hors d'oeuvres and drinks set up on the lawn near the tent. The recep
