Viaggio Fall 2026

It was said that during a full moon, when passing clouds are washed in its ethereal white light, if a bride-to-be stands in the night alone: any wish she makes is lifted higher in life’s game of chance and luck.

Seduce me and embture of her bodice draws his steady gaze. He takes her hand and she whirls. Then as passersby make their way home and they are left on the bridge alone, he waits until the scent of the river-side jasmine distracts her before he pulls her in, her back into his chest, and kisses her.

Flaunt me and adore me. Every draped bow, every ruffle and chorded chantilly lace detail adorning her gown affirmed that everyone’s attention was hers. It was a celebration of a friend. Yet as toasts were given, oysters on ice and caprese skewers bitten, the woman’s man brought his love here, held her by the waist there, and reveled in the intoxication of what could only be a magical romance.