This past April, I spent an afternoon touring Villa Livia, a historic estate tucked along the Appian Way about 20 minutes from Rome’s city center, and I'm still thinking about it months later.

Yes, I'm learning Italian, again, and it has more to do with my work than you'd think.

Italy has this way of making everything feel more romantic, more significant, more like a story worth telling.

Before Nicolette even walked out for their first look, the groom's best friend David put on a white dress and pretended to be the bride.