Marguerite and Jordan were married at The Windsor Arms Hotel in Yorkville, with a palette of cream, dark grey, and antique silver that matched the address exactly.

The details were where it lived. A mother-of-pearl pin from Jordan's grandmother sat tucked into the bridal bouquet, the kind of thing that makes a wedding feel like a specific family's rather than a beautiful one in general.

The day held real laughter during the speeches and long quiet stretches between the two of them that said plenty without a word. Their guests felt it too. The warmth in that room had nothing to do with the decor and everything to do with the people standing in it.