You get one shot at the question. We stage the place, the timing and the secret — so the only surprise left is the ring.
The château to yourselves. An eagle carrying the ring. A violinist you never saw coming. You show up — we handle everything they'll never see, down to the last candle in the last row of petals.
A thousand feet over the Mediterranean, in a garden set only for two.
Golden hour. A stone pavilion at the cliff's edge, a violin playing somewhere behind you, the Mediterranean a thousand feet below. She comes up the path in a gown she never packed — and finds you waiting on one knee. She says yes before you finish asking.
The secret starts hours earlier. You send her off to the spa, and while she's gone a florist, a violinist and a photographer quietly dress the garden. Back in the suite she finds the gown laid out and a note in your hand: meet me at sunset.
After the yes, the champagne is already on ice. A photographer trails you through the gardens and down to the coast — then a three-hour table at a two-Michelin-star restaurant, a wine matched to every course.
Breakfast the next morning, just the two of you, on your own terrace.
Absolutely beautiful. Everything was better than I could ever imagine. With your help it was a fairy tale.Jax · United States
The tide pulls back and the abbey floats. That's your backdrop.
The tide pulls back, the abbey catches fire in the last light, and on a footbridge with the Mont filling the sky you take her hands and kneel. She's nodding before the words are even out, tears and all — and a photographer, hidden in the wings, keeps every second of it.
You reach the Mont before the day-trippers do — galettes and cider in a crêperie tucked inside the ramparts, then the Gothic cloisters while they're still empty. A guide who speaks your language walks you out to the spot as the sun drops.
Dinner comes with the lit abbey in the window: agneau de pré-salé from the salt marshes below, a local wine, and nowhere else to be. One last sunrise over the bay before you go.
Marie was so kind from her very first message — flexible on the schedule and the budget to meet exactly what I wanted.Hiroki · Japan
The château that spans the river — closed, lit, and entirely yours.
On a private balcony over the River Cher, musicians playing, a falconer lifts his arm. A trained eagle crosses the water and drops down beside you — the ring in its talons. You kneel as it lands, and she says yes with five centuries of château glowing behind you.
It begins with a private car through the Loire and the Château des Dames entirely to yourselves — a private tour through the opulent rooms, then out onto a balcony the public never sees.
After, a hidden corner of the gardens has become a table for two: lanterns, local delicacies, crystal — and the château lit up behind you.
Dog-sled into a valley where the only sound is your own heartbeat.
A valley so remote the only sound is your own breath. The guides check the light, then disappear — and it's just the two of you, an igloo, and the snow. You ask there, on one knee in the white, with nothing but mountains for miles to hear the yes.
You arrive by dogsled — a husky team pulling you across open snow to a valley chosen for one reason: no one else is in it. The igloo isn't a prop; it's built for the cold — furs inside, low light, quiet.
Then warmth again — a snowmobile back down, and a spa to melt the cold away.
Everything felt incredibly well thought-out, and the dog-sledding route was breathtaking.Sophia
The exact spot, the light, the private access. Nothing left to the day itself.
Timed to the minute — the walk, the reveal, the toast — so the surprise never slips.
Everyone is in on it: the château, the falconer, the chef. Everyone except the one who matters.
A photographer hidden nearby, so the moment is yours to keep long after the candles go out.
Tell us who they are and where their heart is. We'll design the rest — and keep it a secret.