They were busy building their lives. They trusted me to build their wedding. A custom baroque-molded wall was designed and constructed from scratch, its ornate panels becoming the canvas for thousands of blush, peach and ivory roses that spilled across the surface in cascading waves. The florals didn't decorate the wall. They consumed it. Roses tumbled from the ceiling installation down to the floor in unbroken rivers of bloom, framing a tiered white cake at the center of it all. The room's existing architectural grandeur met the softness of an all-rose palette and held it perfectly. This was opulence without excess. Romance without sentimentality. Two professionals handed me their most important day. This is what I gave them back.