In an orange dress that matched the changing leaves, Kia married Timothy on a beautiful day in Washington. We started early, with a ride around town in a 1933 Rolls Royce, where we visited the monuments and the subway, which we of course got kicked out of. From there we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the ceremony, which had several people crying by the end.
And the orange dress? No one had any idea Kia wouldn’t be wearing anything other than a traditional white dress. Even her mother. I love our brides.