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One of Sylvain’s colleagues, Romain, approached Leila and her friends with confidence, attempting to chat up the American girls, but struck out. He tried again, and this time, he brought Sylvain—a tall man (six-foot-five, to be exact) with a “thick French accent” and a quiet, “gentle manner,” about him, as Leila recalls. Sylvain and Leila started talking, and soon discovered that they shared a similar sense of humor and a mutual love of writing. “What began as a casual conversation turned into something deeper,” Leila says.
Leila, who now works in public relations as a global travel account manager at Finn Partners, and Sylvain, who is a sustainability content manager at Economie D’Energie, soon started dating. After about two years together, they hit a milestone in their relationship when covid lockdowns began, and they decided to stay together in Leila’s small Paris studio. For a time, France’s strict protocols allowed for just one outing a day, so the couple spent nearly every moment together.
“What we lacked in space, we made up for in ritual: Apérol spritzes at golden hour, elaborate charcuterie boards, and long evenings spent watching reality television,” Leila says. They discovered that even in tough times (and in quite a small space), they felt at ease with each other. They navigated further challenges together, like visa renewals, cultural differences, and personal growth. But over time, they chose each other again and again.
In February 2025, after about seven years of dating, Sylvain proposed to Leila. But first, he asked her parents—Al Roker and Deborah Roberts—for their blessing. At Christmas 2024, while Al and Deborah were visiting the couple in Paris, Sylvain asked. “I found a quiet moment one morning to ask her father, Al, to join me for coffee at a small brasserie in our neighborhood on the Right Bank. Over two espressos, I asked for his blessing, and his warm, immediate response confirmed something I had already felt—that our families had truly come together,” Sylvain says.
For the proposal, Sylvain took Leila on a surprise trip to Venice, Italy for Carnevale, the festive season of parades known for elaborate masquerade performances. “As two Scorpios drawn to the strange and beautiful, it felt perfectly chosen,” Leila says.
After evening drinks, the two had dinner at the Hotel Danieli. “Our table overlooked the terrace and was set with a bouquet of roses and a Venetian mask, a detail that felt both romantic and theatrical,” Leila says. “After one of the best meals I’ve ever had—Venetian duck ragù, which has since become a staple in our home—the moment arrived. When I asked for the dessert menu, the server instead returned with a small cake inscribed ‘Veux-tu m’épouser?’”
As Leila read the cake’s message, she saw that Sylvain had gotten down on one knee. “Through tears, I said yes as the entire restaurant erupted in applause,” she recalls. “In a serendipitous twist, the couple seated next to us shared that they were celebrating their anniversary—after he had proposed to her in that very same restaurant two years earlier,” Leila says.
When it came time to plan the wedding, Leila and Sylvain knew they wanted to celebrate in both the U.S. and France. They planned their American wedding with the help of JoAnn Gregoli of Elegant Occasions. They were officially married in Paris on May 9 and held their second wedding celebration in New Jersey on May 23.
In Paris, they had a civil ceremony at the local mairie, or town hall, in the 17th arrondissement. “What followed was incredibly touching. [The officiant] thoughtfully incorporated many of the personal details we had shared—including a mention of our miniature poodle, Clouseau—which made the ceremony feel uniquely ours,” Sylvain says. “A detail I particularly appreciated, specific to the 17th arrondissement, was the gift we received afterward: honey produced by beehives on the town hall rooftop, along with two fine ink pens—a symbolic wish for a sweet and fruitful future.”
After the legal wedding, they held a church ceremony at Église Saint-Odile. “We included readings from people deeply important to us—my grandmother, my godmother, Leila’s sister, and one of her bridesmaids—making it feel both intimate and personal,” Sylvain says. Following the church ceremony, they held a garden reception at Le Manoir de Gressy Hotel just outside of the city. “Its lush greenery and quiet atmosphere feel worlds away from the bustle of Paris—more evocative of Provence than the capital. We were fortunate enough to have the first sunny day in over a week, as guests gathered in the garden over Champagne,” shares Leila. After the bouquet toss, Leila’s parents gave a speech in French, and the guests sat down for dinner, followed by dancing.
Their American wedding at Pendry Natirar in New Jersey was equally as meaningful, Leila shares, adding that the ceremony felt like “a true homecoming” for her. “It was officiated by Reverend Brenda Husson, who christened me as a baby,” she shares. “Renowned mezzo-soprano and family friend Denyce Graves moved us to tears with her rendition of the Lord’s Prayer, while my uncle, Chris Roker, godmother, Agenia Clark, and close family friend, Marva Smalls, shared readings centered on enduring love and devotion,” she says. In front of their guests, the bride and groom exchanged vows they had written.
Reciting his vows in both French and English, the groom remembered the first night they met, at that Paris bar: “There is something truly extraordinary about the way we met. We were born seven years and an ocean apart, and throughout our lives, we walked through places that had nothing to do with one another and crossed paths with hundreds of people. And yet, that night, we found ourselves face to face, and it all felt completely natural. I would even say that I could not have been anywhere else, and that I was meant to be there to find you.”
After the ceremony, the evening moved on to cocktail hour with signature drinks: a Hugo Spritz renamed as their “Oui Do Spritz,” and an Old Fashioned called “Midnight in Tennessee,” as a nod to the bar where they first met. As the evening moved on to dinner and dancing, the newlyweds shared their first dance to “L.O.V.E.” by Nat King Cole—one of Leila’s favorite songs from childhood, thanks to The Parent Trap. The bride and her father danced to Frank Sinatra’s “The Way You Look Tonight.”
For her bridal fashion in France, Leila wore the Amsale Mirai gown, paired with the designer’s cropped white blazer to take the bride from town hall, to church, to the garden reception. For the U.S. celebration, Leila was invited by Mark Ingram to his Manhattan atelier, where she fell in love with a princess gown that the designer then customized for her, adding a dropped waist and a French lace bolero as a “nod to my partner’s heritage and our life together in France,” Leila says.
For her second look at the U.S. wedding, she wore Amsale’s Kismet gown, “an Italian double-faced liquid satin halter-neck bias slip gown with a low back and godet detailing,” Leila says, adding, “The choice felt especially meaningful given my family’s close relationship with the late co-founder of the brand, Amsale Aberra, made even more special by her daughter’s performance during the cocktail hour in New Jersey.”
Leila chose to embrace traditional touches as well. For her “something blue,” Ingram sewed blue fabric with her initials into the gown. She wore her mother Deborah’s pearl Cartier earrings for her “something borrowed,” which Deborah wore to her own wedding. For her “something old,” Leila wore a pearl bracelet which was a gift from her father to her mother on their wedding day. Her wedding shoes served as her “something new” to tie it all together.
The groom wore Hugo Boss in the U.S., and a custom three-piece suit from Samson, a Parisian atelier. The mother of the bride wore a custom Grecian-inspired georgette gown by Mark Ingram. “Its design was an homage to the glamour of vintage Hollywood actresses Grace Kelly and Liz Taylor. She requested the color ‘lilac’ for its French association to my name Leila, or Lila, which is the name of the French flower, which happens to also have been her nickname for me since I was a child,” the bride shares.
Reflecting on the ceremonies, Sylvain says: “In the U.S., watching Leila walk down the aisle was unexpectedly one of the most powerful moments for me, even within a cultural context different from my own. Seeing her in what I had always imagined as the ‘traditional’ bridal silhouette, walking toward me with her father, felt like the culmination of everything we had worked toward over the past 14 months. In that moment, it all became real—we were truly becoming husband and wife,” he says.
For Leila, their wedding ceremonies bridged her life in Paris, where she’s lived for years, with her home and family life. “Across both ceremonies, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy—expressed in different ways, much like my own life between two worlds. There was something incredibly meaningful about having a ‘home’ in two places,” she says. “And seeing those worlds come together—not once, but twice—felt nothing short of magic.”

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Walking into the mairie—arm in arm with my dad.

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Making it official, one signature at a time with our French marriage register.

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The moment it all became official.

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Two of our biggest supporters, front and center.

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With my bridesmaids, united in calla lilies and a stellar autumnal palette

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That just-married feeling—walking out of the mairie.

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The full wedding party outside the 17th arrondissement town hall.

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Église Saint-Odile in all its quiet grandeur.

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An aisle walk we’ll never forget, surrounded by family, friends and Parisian neighbors.

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The beginning of our French Catholic ceremony.

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Officially married—again (this time in spirit).

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A walk through rose petals and pure joy.

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Happiness, distilled.

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Two families—what they lack in a shared language, they more than make up for in chic attire.

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A fascinator and bird cage veil moment–courtesy of a specialty hat shop in in Paris called Courtois Paris.
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Le Manoir de Gressy, our countryside escape just outside Paris.

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The one sunny day after a 10-day stretch of rain in Paris.

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The village church in Gressy.

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A garden made for twirling.

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Enveloped in love and lavender.
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A little party never killed nobody–especially in a French garden with rosé Champagne.

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The original Tudor-style manor portion of Pendry Natirar in New Jersey.

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Our rings, alongside my “something borrowed”—my mother’s pearl Cartier earrings—and my “something old,” my diamond pendant necklace gifted by my now-husband a few years prior.

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A little fun in the tub (and some pre-wedding mischief)!

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Robes, sunglasses, and a moment before it all begins.

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My “something blue,” stitched in by Mark Ingram.

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A surprise from my mom—her pearl bracelet my father gifted her on their wedding day.

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The dress reveal (and all the emotions).

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A toast to the day ahead.

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A mother-daughter moment–aisle-ready!

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Lace, veil, and blooms.

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Taking a moment before it all began.

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Final touches, courtesy of the father of the groom.

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The date we’ll never forget, engraved.

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Surrounded by my mauve-clad bridesmaids.

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A special moment with my dad before walking down the aisle.

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Soaking in the glow of it all.

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A pre-ceremony toast—with a distinctly American twist (we’ll call them “brewskis”).

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The ballroom, transformed for the ceremony.

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Sylvain walking in with his parents.

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Here comes the bride…

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The ceremony led by Reverend Brenda Husson

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Vows that left not many dry eyes.

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One more kiss for the road.

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The full bridal party.

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Wandering the manor, just married.

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A magical moment in time.
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Our seating chart—framed with a mirror, florals and greenery.

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The ballroom, transformed for the reception—reimagined as an intimate, candlelit setting adorned with golden hues and whimsical autumnal florals.

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Instead of typical place settings, we decided to put guests’ names atop each menu, just next to a pair of macaroons with a note to our guests—written in both our languages: “No matter which side of the Atlantic you came from to be with us on this special day, we thank you for joining us and look forward to celebrating with you! Bisous, -Leila & Sylvain” (“Quelle que soit la rive de l’Atlantique d’où vous venez pour être à nos côtés en ce si beau jour, nous vous remercions d’être là et nous avons hâte de faire la fête en votre compagnie ! XO, -Leila & Sylvain”)

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A martini moment.

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Our first dance to “L.O.V.E.” by Nat King Cole—my inner child, and longtime Parent Trap fan, fully fulfilled.

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A dance with my dad I’ll always hold onto.

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Spinning into the night.

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You can take the man out of France…

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Professor D kept us on our feet all night.

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A toast, after gathering myself post sister speech.

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Sylvain dancing with his mother to “Je Serai Là” by Teri Moïse, specially learned for the occasion by Professor D.

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My parents, Al and Deborah, lost in the moment.

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A little bit of disco chaos.

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A lively dance floor, exactly as we hoped.

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Family friends (left to right) Carol Sutton-Lewis, Tonya Lewis-Lee, Crystal McCrary McGuire.

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My dad, fully fangirling over the band—especially the star singer and the flower girl, my niece Sky.

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Our parents, celebrating right alongside us.

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A quiet walk as newlyweds.

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Taking it all in.

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A moment that felt simply electric.
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