It began like a scene from an Italian film. A historic villa in the Tuscan countryside. A red vintage car waiting outside. The bride getting ready with her closest friends in rooms filled with centuries of history. Then came a garden ceremony surrounded by colour, long conversations over dinner, fresh pasta made before the guests, champagne overflowing from a tower of glasses — and the kind of laughter that makes you forget about time. It was elegant, joyful, a little unexpected and completely alive. A wedding that felt less like an event and more like the best day of an Italian summer.