It was the middle of a pandemic. The world had gone quiet, but love hadn't. At Garden of Paradise, set just outside Los Angeles at the edge of the San Gabriel Mountains, Cat and Armond said yes inside a space we built from the ground up. A draped tent turned editorial fantasy. A suspended crown of black and white orchids commanded the ceiling above a long obsidian table dressed in towering crystal candelabras and cascading ivory roses. Stark. Romantic. Precise. Executed on a clear timeline and an exact budget, driven by a mother who knew exactly what her daughter deserved. This was my first wedding back. It set the tone for everything that followed.