And the bride wore white. For the ceremony, cascading tulle by Millia London — frothy but not frou-frou — and later, a sculpted lace minidress from Annie’s Ibiza. The backdrop was a manor house in the British countryside, dripping in opulence like a set plucked straight from Saltburn, where 35 close friends and family gathered to toast Brittany Allyn. Period.
The event wasn’t a ritual of self-marriage, nor a spectacle designed to shock and provoke. Instead, it was…

