Twenty five years deserved a world of their own. Inside the Four Seasons Beverly Hills, we built an enchanted forest from the ground up. Thousands of suspended blooms floated overhead like a living ceiling, trailing above obsidian tables crowned with deep crimson rose arrangements. A towering pink cake emerged from a canopy of weeping greens and candlelight. Fairies moved through the room in gold encrusted bodysuits and sweeping red gowns, flower crowns framing their faces like creatures that had always lived there. This was not a party. It was a forest that appeared for one night, inside one of the most storied hotels in Los Angeles, for two people who had built a life worth celebrating in the most beautiful way imaginable.