The invitation
We thought about a big wedding for exactly one afternoon. Then we imagined this instead: the people who have carried us, a table under the olive trees, and no schedule to keep beyond the sunset.
There is no seating chart. There is no receiving line. There is only the twelfth of September, and we would like you there.
— Elena & Andrei
The day
Linen, muted colour, flat shoes for the gravel path. Nothing black, nothing that needs ironing twice.
Park in the upper courtyard. Someone will pour you something cold.
Twelve minutes, outdoors, in the lavender row behind the house.
One table, five courses, no speeches unless you insist.
Records, the fire pit, and whoever is still standing.
Reply
Twenty seats, so every reply genuinely changes the table. Two minutes, four questions.
Received
We have you down. A week before, we will send directions, the weather, and what to pack.