Arriving in New Orleans, we stepped out into the streets and felt the notorious southern humidity soak into our skin. We heard the melody from a distant saxophone. The city was alive, and our senses were wide awake in this familiar place. We wound through the crowded streets seeking shelter from the summer sun, and found ourselves in front of the most hauntingly beautiful monuments in one of the oldest cemeteries in New Orleans.

Brooke sauntered through the tombstones in a silk gown with a sheen that mimicked the warm glow on her cheeks. She resembled an angel floating through the dilapidated stones, with her quiet footsteps and flowing silk chasing behind. Later, the Marigny Opera and its beautifully aged facade served as an opulent backdrop for the most ethereal and enchanting bridal portraits.