A loud and colorful
love story in Tuscany

She wore a classic dress. He showed up in a bright orange suit, top hat and cane, walking down a cypress-lined road in the Tuscan hills as if it were his own runway. Irene tried to keep a straight face, but every time she looked at Davide, she laughed.
That kind of laugh you don’t fake.

Their wedding was exactly that: bold and a little chaotic. Shoes abandoned in corners, friends singing at the top of their lungs, prosecco glasses everywhere, hugs that lasted longer than the songs. Nothing perfectly posed, everything perfectly them.