In their words.

Eleanor and her team held the entire weekend so gently that, on the day, the only thing left for us to do was fall in love all over again. Worth every cent and then some.

They honored two cultures without compromising either, and made 220 travelling guests feel like they’d come home. The logistics were invisible — which is exactly the point.

Every candle, every place card, every minute of the evening had clearly been loved over. People still tell us it was the most beautiful wedding they’ve ever been to.

We brought the place and the people; they brought the calm and the magic. We didn’t worry about a single thing all day — not the timeline, not the rosé, nothing.

We had a coordinator we loved but wanted a real point of view. The design book was so complete the day looked exactly like the mood board — it ran in two magazines.

We wanted small but not less. They made eighteen people and one courtyard feel like the whole world for a night. The best dinner party we’ve ever thrown — that happened to be our wedding.

As the mother of the bride, I expected to be working all day. Instead I danced. That is the highest praise I can give a planner.