When Jennifer turned the corner and began her walk down the aisle, Greggory swears the whole resort paused to look. “Even the ocean,” he says. “It was like the island was watching.” This page: Aerial view of Sandals Royal Barbados. Opposite page: Jennifer and Greggory on their Saint Lucian honeymoon. “You realize you don’t need to do anything. Everything’s already been handled.” And it was. The wedding planning team built the setting down to the petal — the coral dresses, the venue, a flower arch tall enough to frame them perfectly. When Jennifer turned the corner and began her walk down the aisle, Greggory swears the whole resort paused to look. “Even the ocean,” he says. “It was like the island was watching.” The ceremony played out in soft, cinematic rhythm — the waves syncing with vows, seventy-five guests holding their breath in unison. When they kissed, the applause rolled like thunder, tears like summer rain. Then came another crescendo: cocktail hour on the Sky Terrace with a saxophonist and seafood bar, dinner under a clear-top tent, and a reception that turned into an island festival. Fire dancers, a rum bar, sparkler fountain timed to the first-dance dip, which they rehearsed with the team beforehand. After speeches from Jennifer’s dad, her maid of honor, and Greggory's best man, the tone was set for a night of fun, bottomless drinks, and the whole resort to enjoy. Tears were wiped aside, and the dance floor was ready for a party beneath the island moon. By the time they start talking about the morning after a night full of celebrating with their wedding party, I can almost hear the waves behind them through the screen. “It was so quiet,” she says. “Like the island knew we needed a soft landing after the big day.” They woke to sunlight spilling through the curtains of their Skypool Suite — coffee waiting, breakfast floating toward them on a heart-shaped tray. Their butlers, experts in polite invisibility, appeared only when needed. “Our butlers had this perfect timing,” Greggory says. “You’d think about wanting something, and five seconds later, it was there.” The next few days of unwinding after the official ceremony looked like scenes from a travel postcard: in-suite breakfasts, swimming and floating in their balcony pool, and the complete disappearance of time. “I remember thinking, this is what calm actually feels like,” Jennifer says. Then came part two — a jet set to the Sandals Resorts collection in Saint Lucia for their honeymoon, an easy handoff from one par- adise to another. They split their honeymoon between Sandals Regency La Toc and Sandals Halcyon Beach, two resorts they de- scribe like siblings with different moods. “La Toc was all drama and cliffs,” Jennifer says. “Halcyon was whisper-quiet and peaceful.” Somewhere in between, there was a private speedboat picnic and a green monkey making an appearance during a massage that, frankly, sounds scripted. The island of Barbados, where the couple hosted their wedding, is world-renowned for its long, level stretches of sand and sea, setting the scene for a picture-perfect island escape. Just to the east, Saint Lucia offers a dramatically lush landscape, overflow- ing with jungle interiors and its signature twin Piton peaks rising above the water, ripe for adventure. Despite their geographic sep- aration, Barbados and Saint Lucia share a distinctly Caribbean warmth and a similar approach to hospitality: attention to detail, easygoing in spirit, and defined by the suspension of stress that makes island life famous. SANDALS | BEACHES
