An afternoon unfolding into night, shaped by devotion, magic, and candlelight.

Our story began oceans apart. Brittany was in Arizona, building a life for herself and her daughter, and Finlay was in Scotland, tucked between lochs, hills, and quiet evenings. Somehow, through timing that still feels a little unreal, our paths crossed and refused to let go. What started as conversations and shared jokes slowly became something deeper: late-night calls, comfort on hard days, voice notes, long messages, and a growing feeling that we had somehow found home in each other’s minds long before we could share the same room. Over time, flights were booked, passports stamped, and those tiny glowing rectangles we lived inside of finally gave way to real air, real hugs, and ordinary moments that didn’t feel ordinary at all. We learned each other’s rhythms, accents, and ways of moving through the world. We fell in love in airports, car journeys, deserts, castles, and in living rooms where Sutton’s laughter echoed in the background. This wedding is the moment our long-distance life turns into a shared one. Taylor at Twilight is not just an evening in Edinburgh — it’s the soft landing after years of traveling toward each other. We can’t wait to stand side by side, with Sutton by our side and the castle in the distance, and step into this next chapter together as the Taylors.