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Over the next few months, they kept in touch over text. In November, they met for their first date at Aria Wine Bar in New York’s West Village neighborhood. “Months of non-stop texting since our Charleston meeting had built up a certain amount of anticipation, and I think we were both nervous about whether the evening would measure up,” Maia says. Spoiler alert: It did.
“We didn’t want the night to end,” Maia adds, recalling how they went from dinner to Lower Manhattan dive bars, “until it was well past time to call it a night.”
Maia, a marketing and brand strategist who works with furniture and interior brands, and Neil, an allergist-immunologist, kept dating over the next few months. At the time, Neil was interviewing for his medical residency. Then the pandemic hit, and Maia and Neil spent the first few uncertain months of spring 2020 living together in Neil’s family home in Atlanta. It was just the two of them, because his family had relocated back to Birmingham in the UK, where they are from. “It was a strange and disorienting time,” Maia explains. “But we were solid, even as little else was.”
“In some ways, being forced into that kind of closeness so early told us everything we needed to know,” she adds. Soon after that, Neil moved to Washington, D.C. for his residency at Children’s National Hospital. After two years of dating long-distance, Maia moved there to join him. They now live in Brooklyn.
In May 2024, Neil proposed to Maia on a trip to Santa Margherita Ligure on the Italian Riviera, just outside of Portofino. The trip “had been mostly long walks and lazy afternoons by the pool,” shares Maia. “The setup began, unknown to me, in Florence, where we’d spotted disposable Kodak cameras for sale, and I suggested we each buy one and turn it into a friendly competition: whoever took the best photos by the end of the trip would win,” she explains.
When they planned the trip, Neil knew it would be an ideal place to propose. “However, as we arrived in Santa Margherita, even though I had the ring, the perfect location, the fancy hotel… I still had no idea of how exactly I wanted to propose,” Neil says.
He knew he wanted to have photos of the proposal, but he also knew that he and Maia would prefer the moment to just be between the two of them. Once Maia suggested the photography competition, he came up with a plan. He suggested they take a pre-dinner stroll in a park. Once there, after taking a selfie and a couple of photos of the park, he asked Maia, “Do you really want to win this competition?” and she said yes. He replied, “Well, in that case, I’ll give you the winning photo,” and got down on one knee with the ring in his hand. They took another selfie after she said yes, and Maia used the photos to design their save-the-dates.
Then, of course, came time to plan the wedding. The location was easy: Maia always imagined getting married in her hometown of New Orleans, and Neil was on the same page. The city was also the perfect locale for the kind of wedding Maia and Neil wanted, one that prioritized “good food, good music, and an exceptional guest experience,” Maia says.
“Planning two ceremonies, two celebrations, and a merger of two cultures is a lofty undertaking,” Maia shares. They were able to pull it off with the guidance of their wedding planner, Krystle Burger of Everly Event Planning & Design. “There is so much revelry in both of our cultures and we wanted to reflect that,” Maia explains, referring to their Indian and New Orleans backgrounds.
The wedding took place on October 17 and October 18, 2025. On Friday, they had a welcome party at a friend’s home, and a Hindu ceremony at Hotel Peter & Paul, a 19th-century Catholic church that has been converted into a venue space. “I loved the irony of having a Hindu wedding set against the lightly patinated walls, stained glass, and subtle grandeur of a former church. Hindu weddings are known for their extravagance, and this space felt like the perfect backdrop,” shares Maia. To kick off the Hindu ceremony, they had a Baraat, in which the groom processes to the wedding venue with his family and friends celebrating along the way while Indian musicians perform.
“When planning the Baraat, it occurred to me that all of the essential elements of a Baraat are also found in traditional New Orleans second lines,” Neil shares. He reached out to Knockaz Brass Band, who came on board to lead a second line that would function as his Baraat. “They were happy to oblige and put on an amazing show for us, which many of the guests were thrilled by,” he says.
Pop Nola built the Mandap (the four-post structure within which an Indian wedding ceremony is performed) and an entrance gate for their Hindu ceremony, and Antigua Floral did the floral decorations. Maia and Neil also combined their cultures when it came to the food for their Friday celebration, with a luncheon catered by Maia’s family’s friends Arvinder and Pardeep Vilkhu’s restaurant Saffron, which combines Indian and New Orleans culinary traditions.
For Saturday, they chose Brennan’s in the French Quarter. “The Chanteclair Room at Brennan’s is a design lover’s dream—there are hand-painted gouache murals of Mardi Gras floats making their way down the avenue, dancing figures, and tropical scenes that are whimsical and sophisticated and celebratory all at once. I am also a sucker for the latticework and checkered floors that adorn the space. The courtyard gave us our second ceremony in a space that feels like a typical New Orleans backyard with overgrown elements all around you,” Maia says.
Lighting was also key. “For Saturday, since we went from day to night, I planned the schedule around phases of the sky. I looked into the exact timing of nautical twilight and built the day around it: our ceremony began at sundown, and by the time it ended, it was civil twilight. The second line went through nautical twilight, and by the time it ended, the city faded into dark. We watched the sun disappear completely throughout the procession before moving inside for the reception and dancing,” says Maia.
Maia found her main wedding dress at Bergdorf Goodman, where she had made an appointment to try Danielle Frankel gowns with her mother, her sister, and her sister-in-law. “Toward the end of the appointment, I tried on the Leighton and my sister immediately burst into tears. I don’t typically let other people's opinions dictate my fashion choices, but her reaction was so visceral, and the moment felt so special with all of the women in my life present, that I knew,” Maia says.
For their Hindu ceremony, the couple shopped together at Nazranaa, with Maia choosing a red lehenga embellished with flowers and crystals and Neil selecting a traditional Sherwani with a red Dupatta (scarf) to match Maia. For the Saturday ceremony, Neil wore a custom suit by Craig Robinson of Robinson Brooklyn.
For their welcome party, Maia wore an ivory matching set from Sandy Liang. “I love how Sandy combines tailoring with almost coquettish details, and I loved how the skirt’s subtle low rise gave the entire look a slight edge. The party was themed Oyster Shells and Wedding Bells, so I nodded to this with large silver oyster earrings I found shopping the day before with my sister at Mignon Faget, a local New Orleans jeweler I’ve shopped from since I was a girl, and paired them with an Elsa Peretti cuff Neil gave me for my 30th birthday,” Maia says. She completed the look with silvery-blue Manolo Blahnik floral brocade slingbacks sourced from TheRealReal.
Her reception dress has a story, too. “I had pre-ordered a Rodarte dress from Moda with a center floral appliqué. The week it was due to ship, it was delayed and wouldn’t arrive in time. As a contingency, I had booked an appointment with Eva Lopez at Cha Cha Linda vintage in Greenpoint, where I had one of the best shopping experiences of my life,” Maia says. “Eva pulled pieces based on my measurements, and we spent the better part of two hours pairing floral appliques and tulle to create something close to the Rodarte vision. What we landed with was better than anything I had planned.”
Eva introduced Maia to M&S Schmalberg, “the last remaining handmade fabric flower maker in New York’s garment district that supplies to major fashion houses and costume designers,” Maia says. “I went one afternoon to their workroom and sorted through boxes of handmade flowers to find one that would complement the light pink embellishment on the dress I’d chosen, which was a vintage David Fielden gown with a very ethereal loop back detail.” Finally, for their after-party at The Gold Mine Saloon, a historic dive bar, Maia wore a white leather square-neck Bottega Veneta mini dress.
On Saturday, Maia walked down the aisle to “Dreams” by The Cranberries, performed by a string trio. “My brother read from Shakespeare, and Reverend Allen Barrera officiated our admittedly very brisk, but warm, ceremony,” Maia says. The newlyweds recessed to “Wedding March” by Mendelssohn and then “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys.
After the ceremony on Saturday, their guests “spilled out into the streets for a second line led by brass band Knockaz, “ushered by a procession of Mardi Gras Indians in full regalia,” Maia says. Later, they had a cocktail-style dinner at their reception at Brennan’s, featuring boudin balls, raw oysters, and turtle soup. For dessert, they had bananas foster—a dish that originated at Brennan’s, which was flambéed in the courtyard—and a wedding cake by Gambino’s. They danced their first dance to “God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys, a song Maia had wanted from the very beginning.
Reflecting on the ceremony, Maia shares: “I’m naturally shy and have never loved being the center of attention. And I’ll be honest, I never imagined I’d have a big wedding. With two large families, it was somewhat unavoidable. But the moment I saw Neil, everything slowed down.” She adds: “Having every person from every chapter of your life gathered in one place is a feeling that is almost impossible to describe. It doesn't happen often. It might only happen once. Standing in that courtyard and throughout our celebrations, I understood that.”

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On Friday evening, a group of our closest family friends hosted a welcome party at one of their homes, just down the street from where I grew up. It felt really special to welcome our guests in my old neighborhood.

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True to form, I kept accessories simple all weekend: my engagement ring, the Elsa Perretti cuff Neil gifted me for my 30th birthday, and oyster-inspired earrings from Mignon Faget I’d picked up with my sister the day before.

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Underneath the sprawling oak trees in the Garden District. This Sandy Liang set was perfect.

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In photos and in life, I am always looking to Neil.

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Little details from the welcome party at the home of our dear family friends, Jackie and Richard.

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We skipped a formal rehearsal dinner in favor of intimate toasts with our closest friends and family in the backyard. It was the perfect chance to have a quiet moment with everyone before guests arrived for the welcome party.

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Candlelit moments in the dining room. I am a sucker for a taper candle and warm lighting.

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Jackie is a consummate host, always thinking of the loveliest little details.

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An enviable silver collection.

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Our guests gathered around the candlelit spread. One of the great joys of a wedding is watching people from different parts of your life mingle and connect.

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Even the passed apps felt dressed for a party.

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Neil’s cousins Misha and Rhea doting on him just before the hybrid baraat–second line—we’re both the babies of our families.

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Neil’s family leading the baraat to Hotel Peter & Paul. Traditional baraats are processions of the groom’s party to meet the bride’s family. Naturally, we flipped this on its head by marrying it with a New Orleans second line.

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Knockaz Brass Band bringing the energy to the Bywater, bright and early.

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Every groom needs a hype session before seeing his bride on the big day.

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Inside the final sendoff from baraat, surrounded by my cousins. We’ve been together as babies, toddlers and children, and now finally they’re here with me on my wedding day. — Neil

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Our first ceremony was held at Hotel Peter & Paul, once a 19th‑century Catholic church. Its beautifully patinated walls and stained glass felt like the perfect backdrop for the maximalism of an Indian wedding ceremony.

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A still moment in the nave of Hotel Peter & Paul, just before our guests arrived.

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Positively lush florals by Antigua Floral.

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My future in-laws giving me a warm welcome amongst a shower of petals. —Neil

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Walking down the aisle with my older brother. In Hindu ceremonies, the bride is traditionally walked by her brother or uncle, and I loved having him by my side.

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Guests anticipating the bride’s entrance, bathed in the hazy morning light. —Neil

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Pausing to soak in the moment after the pheras, the final ritual where the bride and groom circle a fire to formalize their vows. —Neil

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Leaving the mandap in a blur of marigolds. First ceremony, complete!

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I love my wife’s smile. —Neil

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As a redhead, I knew I wanted to wear traditional red for our Hindu ceremony. We sourced this lehenga at Nazraana, and the details are unbelievably intricate.

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Striking a pose outside of Hotel Peter & Paul.

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Sneaking portraits after the ceremony.

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Just married!

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I love this photo of my nephews, Walker and Henry—just kids being kids, bare feet and all.

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After the ceremony, our guests enjoyed refreshments and small bites by Saffron in the courtyard. Our tent was strung with suspended florals and marigolds, a touch of beauty and welcome shade from the hot New Orleans sun.

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A moment for the shimmer on my lehenga.

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We flipped the ceremony space inside Hotel Peter & Paul into a beautiful luncheon, catered by Arvinder and Pardeep Vilkhu of Saffron—a local restaurant that marries Indian and New Orleanian flavors. They are longtime friends of my parents. Coincidences like this made merging our two cultures feel easy.

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We played an age old game—a ring hidden in opaque milky-red water amongst petals and coins. Whoever finds it first will run the household. Neil: 1, Maia: 0. —Neil

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My second wedding dress, a breathtaking gown by Danielle Frankel.

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Our lovely invitation suite. I wanted to create something classic and light, and Scriptura nailed it.

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On Saturday morning, I got ready at Hotel Monteleone, just a short walk from Brennan’s. I still think about the toile-patterned bedding in my suite. So chic.

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Getting ready in my Danielle Frankel pajamas, which served as my ‘something blue.’

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First moments in my wedding dress. I loved the way this skirt billowed with volume when I sat.

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A sweet memory with my wonderful mother.

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My sister is one of my favorite people in the entire world. I’m endlessly grateful to have her in my life and as my maid of honor.

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As a New Orleans native, I always knew I would get married in this city. Brennan’s courtyard feels like a typical New Orleans backyard: lush, beautifully overgrown, almost like the city in miniature.

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We passed an antique store on our way to the ceremony and ducked inside for a minute—the light and endless chandeliers felt magical.

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Said magic.

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Walking down the aisle with my father was beyond special, and I love this little glimpse of my sweet niece and flower girl Romy looking on.

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Exchanging vows in the courtyard.

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Husband and wife! I’ll never forget the smiles on everyone’s faces that day. We’re forever grateful to our friends and family who were there to celebrate with us.

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After our ceremony, we set out on our second—and final—second line of the weekend while the courtyard was transformed for the reception, just as the sun began to set over the Quarter.

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I love the way my veil flowed in the wind.

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Dancing our way back to Brennan’s.

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Neil and his best friends. In his words, ‘the boys’. He wore a custom suit by Craig Robinson, a bespoke tailor we happened upon during a walk in our neighborhood.

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Surrounded by my closest girlfriends, each of them brought such a sense of calm to the day.

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Beautiful Helen, listening intently in conversation at the Roost Bar in Brennan’s.

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It wouldn’t be a New Orleans wedding without raw oysters.

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The interiors at Brennan’s are unreal—the whimsical gouache murals, latticework and checkered floors. A design lover’s dream.

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My final outfit of the night: a leather Bottega mini dress, befitting a dive bar. Neil’s tie is long gone.

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Scene of the crime. Getting a little undone as the party rolls on.

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Neil and his friends from residency gathered around the table, having a ball.

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I went to a very small all‑girls school, and we’re still thick as thieves when we’re together—as if no time has passed.

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My mother laughing the night away with Neil’s aunties.

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I wanted our reception to feel like a garden party at home, and the indoor‑outdoor glow and warm light at Brennan’s was exactly right.

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Giggling my way down the aisle—Neil and I are always laughing about something.

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My husband knows how to tear up a dance floor.

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Our cherry-topped wedding cake didn’t take itself too seriously, much like New Orleans.

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More giggling during our cake cutting. My friend Deepali Kalia, who founded the linens company Filling Spaces, kindly gifted us block‑printed linens for the cake table—the cherry on top, so to speak.

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The tie was lost early on, so the buttons were inevitable. —Neil

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In my element, cosmo in hand. My reception dress was a vintage David Fielden gown from Cha Cha Linda in Greenpoint, found two weeks before thanks to the kind and creative owner, Eva Lopez. She introduced me to M&S Schmalberg in the Garment District, where I chose one of their handmade flowers to finish the look.

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Neil’s beautiful mother, beaming with joy—she likes to say he’s the ‘spice’ of their family.

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My husband and I under the lights. Our first dance was to “God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys, one of my all-time favorites. It was a perfect night.
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