Dear Tyler & Guiliette
 
The love was real—and you two brought it.
Tyler, your joy was infectious from the start. Watching you laugh, pop bubbly, and float through the morning with that radiant energy made my job feel less like work and more like hanging out with a friend. You were the picture of a bride excited to step into her day, and it was a privilege to be there (even for the emergency dress fix—worth it).
And Guiliette… I aspire to be as effortlessly cool as you one day. You met me at the chalet, cigarette in hand, completely unbothered by my chaotic arrival, and just ready to marry your person. Slipping into your mom’s wedding dress like it was always meant to be yours? Pure magic.
You picked an unforgettable spot—Eight Bells doesn’t miss. The view was nothing short of awe-inspiring, and your ceremony, though short and sweet, left a lasting impression with its message of unconditional love. I’ll be carrying those words with me for a while.
Spending time with you both felt like catching up with old friends. Despite the whirlwind planning timeline (three months??), you created a day that felt effortless and full of meaning. I loved watching you slowly unwind as the day unfolded—barefoot in the grass, picking roses like you were walking through your own fairytale.
And yes—thank you for tolerating my “just one more”… five times. Even when you half-threatened to tell me to f*** off (respectfully), I’d do it all over again to get those images.
Your venue, your guests, your tables, your cake—every detail was stunning. But my favourite part? Watching two people be so unapologetically themselves, so grounded and unshakable in their love.
I hope our paths cross again soon—ideally with a glass of wine and some good, loud laughter.
Wishing you both a lifetime of joy,
Gemma Rainn