Ceremony
- The Celestine Hall
- Château Lumière
- Montreux, Switzerland
A midsummer concert in an open-air amphitheatre, the last light going off the lake. Seraphine noticed the tall stranger with the constellation inked on his wrist. Caspian noticed the woman whose laughter carried further than the orchestra. The music finished without either of them noticing.
When the world paused, they wrote. Handwritten letters on midnight-blue stationery, sealed with wax, exchanged across Lake Geneva. Eighty-seven letters in ten months. She still has every one.
A rented cabin above Montreux with a glass roof, a bottle of Gamaret, and the clearest sky either had ever seen. They traced constellations until dawn and decided they would build a life together.
It was the winter solstice, the longest night of the year. Caspian led her back to the same cabin, the same glass roof. The ring caught the starlight before she even saw it. She said yes before he finished asking.
And now, on the longest day of the year, beneath a sky the two of them have been reading together for eight years, surrounded by every soul who shaped their story, they will speak the words aloud. The stars have been waiting.
The château is grand, but nothing about the evening is out of reach. Here is exactly what to expect.
The east courtyard entrance is step-free from the drive into The Celestine Hall, and a lift carries you up to the Starlight Terrace. The grand front stair can be skipped entirely.
Seating is set for the whole ceremony, and chairs with backs and armrests are held at the rear of the hall and at the terrace edge. Tell any attendant and they will walk you over.
Off the Celestine Hall foyer beside the cloakroom, on the same level as the ceremony. A second one is on the terrace level, reached by the lift.
Cars and the Grand Hôtel shuttle pull into the east courtyard, about 20 metres (65 feet) from the hall doors and level the whole way. Accessible spaces are marked closest to the entrance.
The courtyard is cobblestone. It's genuinely uneven, so cross it slowly or on someone's arm. Inside is polished stone and the terrace is smooth tile, both flat. Narrow heels catch on the cobbles.
If anything here would make your evening easier, write to us at hello@seraphineandcaspian.com. Nothing is a bother.
The solstice falls on a Monday, so the weekend runs long. Come for what you can.
Champagne on the water while the last light goes gold over Lac Léman.
One long table, a brief rehearsal, and the toasts that will not fit into Monday.
Vows in The Celestine Hall on the longest day of the year, then dinner on the terrace as the stars come out.
Coffee, pastries, and the retelling of every hour none of us can remember.
Distance is only distance. We are streaming the ceremony live from The Celestine Hall, opening fifteen minutes early so you are settled before the vows.
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Our DJ has a list. It is not a long list, and it is only about half good. Your votes, your ballads, and your unhinged 2 AM choices make it complete.
Your presence is gift enough. Should you wish to honour us further, we have curated a small list.
A few places we love, for the hours between the events.
Lakefront tables and the flakiest croissant in the canton. Sit facing the water.
A thirteenth-century castle standing in the lake. Go early, before the coaches.
Two thousand metres up, for wildflowers and a view that ends arguments.
Fondue outdoors, and the Alps going pink behind it.
Nine kilometres of flowers and palm trees along the water. Do the sunset stretch.