Hayley Marie Coppin makes the most breathtaking bride you have ever seen, and she knows it perfectly well. Dressed in a gorgeous white 1950s-style gown with dramatic ruffled shoulders and a deeply cut open back that leaves little to the imagination from behind, she stands in a lush garden orchard under an apple tree heavy with red fruit, clutching a bouquet of white blooms and glancing back over her bare shoulder with the kind of smile that makes the officiant forget his lines. Her blonde hair is swept up beneath a white floral headband and delicate veil, a pearl necklace gleaming at her throat, the full tea-length skirt swaying softly in the breeze.
The veil lifts away first, followed by the bouquet, and then that breathtaking white dress parts at the back and slips from her shoulders until it falls to the green grass in a cloud of white fabric. Hayley turns to face the camera with nothing on but her pearls and her smile, the apple tree framing her like something from a very naughty fairytale. Something old, something new, something borrowed, and absolutely nothing on.