One of the things I love most about being a wedding blogger is that I get to read so many sweet love stories. And Meg’s and Marcus’ account of how they meet and how he proposed is particularly adorable… Hair and make-up artist Daniela Delia sent me this personalized and thought-through Italy wedding. Make sure to scroll all the way down to read what this Hong Kong couple shared with me!
From the bride: “My husband and I have lived in different countries and as a result of that, we have friends living in different parts of the world. Since where ever we decided to have the wedding, it would involve major travel for most of our friends, we decided to choose a location that is a) meaningful and b) interesting.
Umbria was meaningful to us, as it is where my husband’s ancestors are from, and we have shared many happy memories together visiting the region. And it was interesting, because typically holiday makers will visit places like Rome, Venice, Florence – and the Umbrian región generally has a lower profile. But having visited this place multiple times we know that it is very special with much to offer – and we wanted to share that with our friends. We planned a 3.5day event for our guests so that they got a true local experience.”
“Our wedding’s theme color was red, and we wanted warm tones (red, orange etc) for the flower compositions. We sent some images via email to our florist and she worked her magic for the whole venue (candles, confeti, bouquet, boutonniers, table setting etc). I was not set on any particular kind of flower – however I did emphasise the fact it needed to be locally sourced and seasonal. We ended up with a beautiful composition of red/yellow/orange with red chili peppers and wild berries. Also we didn’t like the idea of waste, so we requested eadible decorations, such as apples so that they can be consumed later.”
“What was important for us when deciding vendors, was that we didn’t want them to be ‘just a vendor’. We own an apartment in Umbria, in the town of Citta di Castello and we had made friends with locals in the numerous times we had visited. So most everyone who was a part of our wedding was either a friend, or a friend of a friend – everyone from wedding planner to the musicians at the reception. We also wanted to wanted to support the local economy and small family run businesses as much as possible, so we proactively pursued those types of options more.”
What advice would you give brides to be regarding organizing a destination wedding? “Try to stay away from tourist spots (Rome, Florence, Amalfi etc). Your money will go much much further. Really, anywhere in Italy (or anywhere in the Mediterranean) is going to be beautiful.”
How did you two meet?
Meg’s story: Once upon a time in Tokyo…..our eyes met across a crowded bar, and the rest is history.
Marcus’s story: Funny this one… Can a couple have more of a different story about how they met? I think the only similarity between me and Meg on this one is the venue. Rigoletto’s in Roppongi Hills Tokyo. A total pick up joint in the pick up capital of Japan. My version goes like this:
I went out that night with my friend Ken, a professional K1 Kick Boxer. There we are standing on the side of a 40 foot bar facing the attached restaurant. There is a wall that divides the bar from the restaurant so the space is the width of 3 people standing side by side. My back is to the Bar, Ken’s back is to the restaurant. On my left hand side is Meg and her friend. Meg is facing me. Ken and I are drinking and catching up. Meg is drinking and catching up.
Suddenly to my right comes a Russian woman who is all decked out for the night. I know she is Russian as she was talking in Russian over her shoulder. I know she was ‘decked out’ as she had more bling than Lady Gaga and shirt-showing-cleavage like it is nobody’s business.
She walks between me and Ken with a strut that says “look at this package” … my eyes go left with her walk, my eyes go up post the walk, my eyes meet Meg.
Meg smiles and then raises her hand in the global cupped symbol that gently comments on the size of a woman’s bust. I laugh, she laughs… and the rest is history.
How did your husband propose?
We were on holiday in Italy, and hanging out in our little town of Citta di Castello, after a weekend in Venice where I ran my first marathon (one of my bucket list items for 2012). We had just gone for pre-dinner drinks in a bar near our apartment, and as we returned home I noticed that the door was open with lights on inside. I was absolutely freaking out thinking that we had been broken in to… and was shocked that Marcus was ushering me in to enter the room first!
As I entered, still scared and alert, I realized that there were candles going all the way up to the room, and the room was beautifully candle-lit, flower-filled, with a guitar player and private chef in there, too. Our chef pours us a glass of Prosecco, and Marcus smiles at me, tells me that tonight is a big celebration, and he makes a toast. ‘Meg, congratulations on your first marathon!’
I’m very happy about this! Yet confused thinking ‘He was THAT happy about my marathon? Hmm… maybe a triathlon next year?’ (For those of you who know him, Marcus is -for lack of better word- a fitness freak- and he was happy that I’m pursuing these types of activities on my own accord.)
Dinner continues, beautiful music in the background, and the wine keeps flowing. In a state of happiness and merriment I am now thinking that there surely must be some other reason behind all this. Maybe it was a delayed anniversary? (Marcus was traveling on our anniversary about a month prior to this trip). I ask, but he just keeps smiling, and pouring me wine.
After appetizers Marcus leads my hand on to the balcony, and as he held me under the star light, he starts talking about…our ancestors. The night is actually Halloween, and Marcus starts explaining to me: ‘You know, tonight being Halloween, it is actually a very spiritual night, when our ancestors come and visit from their world into our world…’ (Ahh, so maybe it was a new fancy Halloween dinner thing that he was trying out..??) and he continues ‘and in front of our ancestors on this special night, I have a very important question to ask you.’
Before I know it, Marcus is on his knees, presenting me with a ring! ‘I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be with you. I have never been so happy in my entire life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you – will you marry me?’
Me: Shock. choking, crying my eyes out, more choking. Repeat.
Marcus: ‘Um………. babe, thats a yes, right?’
YES of course it was……. and the happiest moment of my life to date!!
Hair & Makeup: Daniela Delia // Photography: Jules Photographer // Venue: Borgo Bastia Creti // Catering: Ristorante Apolinare // Invitations & Stationery: Custom made by Progressive Press (we added personal touches later with a wax seal) // Bride’s dress: Custom made in Hong Kong at IS Bridal // Bride’s shoes: Custom made in Hong Kong // Jewelry: Earrings from Carat. Pearl necklace was gifted to me the night before the wedding by my mother in law // Groom’s attire: Hand made in Citta di Castello, he later got changed in to a tuxedo by Paul Smith // Groom’s accessories: Cufflinks: Custom made by David Yurman to display ‘RCL’- which is his fathers initials, so that he could be with us on the wedding day (he passed away 2 years ago) // Bridesmaids’ dresses: I just had one maid of honor. She wore a red dress she owned // Groomsmen attire: The best man was his sister (so… a best woman). She wore a black dress.