It felt less like a wedding, and more like a whispered chapter from an old love story.
In the quiet grandeur of Seteais Palace, surrounded by the soft hills of Sintra and just a handful of loved ones, two hearts promised forever — not for the first time, but with the kind of certainty that only time and trials can bring.
They came from Brazil, crossing oceans with family and friends to celebrate something rare: a love that has endured, transformed, and bloomed again in a foreign land they now call home.
He — grounded in logic and numbers.
She — a dreamer, steeped in books and beauty. Opposites, perhaps, but woven together by something much deeper than similarity.
The day carried the spirit of The Great Gatsby — golden, graceful, and rich with emotion. Not in extravagance, but in meaning. Every glance, every gesture, every soft laugh between them was a reminder: love doesn’t need an audience, just a setting that feels like magic.
And I had the privilege of witnessing it all — through my lens, and through my heart.
