Virgin Islands weddings
Austin and Landyn didn’t just plan a wedding—they planned an adventure. They arrived at Peter Island with seventy of their closest friends, sailing in on catamarans like a private flotilla bound for celebration. The journey was epic, but it was only the beginning.
Peter Island quickly became its own little world. For a few nights, everyone lived barefoot and sun-drenched—days spent swimming in turquoise water, evenings drifting into beachside parties, and laughter that carried across the bay long after the music stopped.
When it came time for the ceremony, the island gave them everything: a horizon that stretched forever, waves softening into a rhythm like background music, and that quiet kind of beauty you only find in places untouched by the rest of the world. It felt intimate, sacred, and completely theirs.
Their vows weren’t just heard—they were felt. Friends teared up, the ocean breeze moved through the crowd, and for a moment, the entire island seemed to pause. It was romance without theatrics—simple, raw, and unforgettable.
And of course, the night ended the way it began: with celebration. Sunset melted into dancing under the stars, everyone gathered close, salt still in their hair, joy written across their faces.
Austin and Landyn’s wedding wasn’t about grandeur. It was about presence, connection, and love big enough to bring an entire community to a tiny island in the Caribbean—and make it feel like home.
After the ceremony, Austin and Landyn slipped away to wander the island still buzzing from their vows. They climbed rocks, chased the last bit of golden light, and let the ocean wind tangle in their hair. It wasn’t posed, it was pure adventure—just the two of them, wild and free, soaking in the magic of being officially married
