We capture it all. The blur of buttercream. The flower girl hiding under the table. The collision of champagne flutes and long-lost friends and kisses. The dad trying not to cry. The crazed, shout-it-from-the-rooftops assertions of love. The lipstick prints. The midnight rabble rousers. The everything.

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