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A garden-venue wedding at The Vault Garden, SF was the second half of Angelica and Forrest's day — thirty guests across a single spring afternoon in April 2026, a morning ceremony under the City Hall rotunda first, then a seated lunch in the SoMa garden to close it out. They kept the whole thing clean and black-and-white, right down to the skyline name cards on the tables.
Hair and makeup ran at the hotel, then a first look in the City Hall marble, vows under the dome, a cable car stop for photos, and finally across town to the garden for lunch, toasts, and cake.
Angelica got ready in a hotel room panelled in deep navy, a tufted headboard behind her and her bridesmaids around her in wine-red dresses, one wearing a wide gold cuff. The dress was the standout: a corset bodice with visible boning and a sheer panel, scattered with three-dimensional white floral appliqué, over a full tulle skirt. She wore her hair in a high half-up bun with soft pieces left loose, a diamond tennis necklace and a matching bracelet, and later slid on nude block heels while a small tattoo showed at her shoulder and the girls fastened her in.
Her flowers were lily of the valley, small and white, in keeping with the no-palette look she had wanted from the start. She and Forrest got ready apart and saved the first look for City Hall.
They did the first look in the building's marble corridors. Forrest waited between the stone columns and brass wall sconces while Angelica came up behind him, and when he turned, both of them lit up and laughed, alone in a hallway of pale marble and herringbone floor. She pinned his white-rose boutonnière on right there.
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The ceremony was under the rotunda, in front of the great arched window with the daylight pouring through it, a live string player seated to one side. The processional went in order — the officiant at the front, then Forrest, then Angelica's mother, Michelle, and her brother, EJ, then her two maids of honor, and finally Angelica on her father's arm, walking in last to a Beyoncé track she had saved for exactly that entrance. Thirty people stood under the dome while the marble carried the sound of it.
“Angelica walked in last, on her father's arm, to a Beyoncé track she'd saved for that one entrance.”
Family photos came next, a half hour of groupings on the City Hall floor before the guests headed on. Angelica and Forrest stayed back with the photographer for a few more portraits, including the cable car stop she had asked for — a run down the line with the city behind them, still in her gown.
Then everyone crossed town to SoMa. The Vault Garden sits on the plaza of 555 California, the granite tower that was once the Bank of America headquarters, and its ground-level garden tucks in among the tallest buildings of the Financial District — greenery and open sky at street level while the towers stand straight up all around it.