
Layne and Brandon started their day in Lincoln Park, getting ready in a hotel just a few blocks from the lake.
They saw each other for the first time in the suite. Brandon teared up almost immediately. Layne met him there just as easily.
Afterward, they walked down to the lakefront.
It was a clear October afternoon, the kind where the sky holds its color and the water reflects it back. They found a quiet stretch of shoreline and exchanged vows on their own, without anyone else around.
Layne wore a Watters dress from Anthropologie, paired with a long veil that caught the light near the water. Brandon kept things classic in a black tux. Guests arrived later in black suits and dresses of their own choosing.
From there, they made their way to Salvatore’s Chicago in Lincoln Park. Inside, the space leans into warm mahogany, black-and-white marble tile, mirrored walls, and chandeliers, with arched windows overlooking the terrace.
Layne’s brother played piano as she walked in. Brandon, already emotional, didn’t try to hide it. There were no long speeches or formalities, just a ceremony that felt true to them.
During cocktail hour, guests gathered around a long charcuterie table, grazing as drinks were passed—including a signature cocktail named after their golden doodle, Buster.
Dinner followed with a family-style meal—pasta, chicken, filet, fresh bread, and salad—an Italian-inspired spread that suited the space. Tables were finished with white florals and greenery by Anna Held Florist and black linens.
As the evening moved outside, a champagne tower caught the last of the light. When everyone drifted back in, the music had shifted, and the dance floor filled in easily—loud, full, and a little like the end of a long dinner where no one is quite ready to leave.


























































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