“We could not have been more in love with it, and are so happy that’s how it worked out,” says Whitney.
They started dating officially on Valentine’s Day, and a proposal came in June two years later.“In typical Michael fashion, I had no idea it was coming,” Whitney admits.“Michael admitted he didn’t know how to ski, and being from Utah and having grown up skiing, I was perplexed as to why someone who couldn’t ski would be on a ski vacation.” He quickly suggested she teach him how.“I was up for the challenge and excited to slyly show off my skills,” Whitney says. I spent every minute of that long ride boasting about my expertise.He said that he was nervous and suggested that I go slow so he could keep up.”Once wardrobe changes had been made, the two set out on the ride.After an hour, Michael suggested they stretch their legs and take in the sunset.“We wanted the weekend to be as much of a surprise to us as to our guests,” Whitney explains.
“I trusted our incredible planner to bring our vision to life at a place I had never been, and she and her team did an exceptional job.”Their venue—Villa Tre Ville—came highly recommended by friends.
This kicked off on Thursday night with the bride wearing a couture Giambattista Valli dress with a long chiffon train that blew in the wind through the streets of Capri.
During the day on Friday, Whitney soaked up the sun on the beach in an Eres maillot.
“He had festivities all lined up,” remembers Whitney.
“From the day after we got engaged, I went into full wedding mode—as one does—and he started making a funny Chewbacca ‘bridezilla’ noise every time I mentioned the wedding.
“He told me two things that morning: 1) He wasn’t sure marriage was in the near future as we were both so young and busy with our careers, and 2) We were going to his family’s ranch that weekend.” Michael’s usual truck was in the shop, so they needed to take a much older one, which meant no air-conditioning for a four-hour drive in the Texas heat.