A wrong turn in Bellagio
Habiba was looking for the ferry. Marwan was confidently, catastrophically lost with a map upside down. They missed the boat and found a lemon-tree courtyard instead.

Together with their families
request the pleasure of your company at the celebration of their marriage
Saturday
15 · MAY · 2027
3:30 PM
Villa del Balbianello · Italy
the waiting
Saturday, 15 May 2027 · 3:30 PM
a word before you scroll
We have spent three years learning that the best evenings are the unhurried ones — a long table, the lake going gold, nobody looking at the time.
So this is the whole plan: come to the villa, watch us promise the obvious out loud, then eat far too much and dance until the lanterns give out.
Everything you might wonder about is on this page. All that's missing is you.
how we got here
Habiba was looking for the ferry. Marwan was confidently, catastrophically lost with a map upside down. They missed the boat and found a lemon-tree courtyard instead.

One very cold Milanese winter, a Tuesday evening class neither of us was ever any good at, and the discovery that neither of us can cook but both of us can, apparently, argue about basil.
He had carried the ring around the lake for four days. She had known since Tuesday. On the last evening, on a jetty in the rain, she said yes before he finished asking.

One evening in May, everyone we love inside one rose-covered hall. It is the only thing on the calendar we have never once wanted to move.
hour by hour
Arrive gently. There is prosecco in the loggia and a seat with your name written on a little card.
Under the rose arch in the hall. Twenty-five minutes, two promises, and one very short reading.
Negronis, the lake turning copper, and the photographer stealing us for twenty minutes. Wander freely.
Five courses under the chandeliers, toasts that will absolutely run over, and a cake worth waiting for.
We open the floor badly and briefly. After that it belongs to you until the band surrenders.
Sparklers down to the boathouse, one final song, and the shuttles home along the lake road.
where to find us

A lakeside villa an hour north of Milan — a rose loggia, a marble hall, and a terrace that drops straight into the water. Parking is on site; the shuttle runs from Como town from four o'clock.
what to wear
Long dresses, linen suits, anything you can dance in. The terrace is marble and the lawn is real grass, so kind heels only. Evenings on the lake turn cool after ten — bring a wrap you would like to be photographed in.
These are the tones the tables are dressed in — match one and you will be in every photograph twice. White we are saving for one person only.
good to know
Our photographer has the ceremony covered from every angle. For those twenty-five minutes we would love to see faces, not screens — afterwards, photograph everything and send it all to us.
Parking is free inside the gates. A shuttle leaves Como town at 4:00 and 4:40, and runs back along the lake road at midnight and 1:15 — no one needs to drive home.
Your presence on a Saturday in Italy is already a generous thing. If you would like to give something anyway, we are quietly saving for a roof over a small house in Liguria.
the only thing we need
One short form, and then it is out of your hands.