The sun rose lazily over the Tyrrhenian Sea, painting the sky in soft blush and gold. Cefalù, the charming seaside town known for its medieval streets and cinematic coastline, stirred awake with the sound of gulls and espresso cups clinking in the cafés.

But up the coast, tucked into the rocky embrace of a private cove, the scene at Le Calette was far from ordinary. Beneath the shade of pine trees and palms, a quiet anticipation hung in the air. Today was the day—Lorna and Hamish were getting married.

They had chosen Cefalù not just for its postcard beauty, but for how it felt: intimate, timeless, effortlessly romantic. The couple had spent their first holiday here years ago, swimming off the rocks and drinking too much Nero d’Avola under the stars. It was only fitting that they return to write the next chapter.

As the late afternoon sun warmed the white stone terrace overlooking the bay, guests gathered, dressed in linen and laughter. The sea below sparkled like sequins, the distant silhouette of the cathedral of Cefalù a reminder of the town’s ancient soul.