Eddy Head of Brand Becca Elledge and producer James Brady were both born and raised in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Their flirtationship started in the sixth grade, when they went on what could be considered dates. “In other words, things like the middle school dance or the state fair where you barely speak to the boy you came with because you spend the entire night giggling with your girlfriends instead,” Becca jokes.

It wasn’t until sophomore year that they would make things official. “One of our mutual friends finally convinced James to ask me out,” she remembers. “We went to Dames Chicken & Waffles for our first date, and I actually had to pick him up because he couldn’t drive yet.” Through long distance, different colleges, and the early years of their careers, the pair navigated life’s milestones together, growing both individually and as a couple.

11 years later, they got engaged not once, but twice. The first took place out West during one of their annual road trips. While James had planned to propose, the ring—which they had designed together—didn’t arrive in time. “I’m sure he could sense I was quietly spiraling, thinking this had to be the trip,” Becca admits. “He was acting incredibly suspicious, weirdly nervous, and overly invested in which waterfall we should stop at.”  

Completely ringless, James got down on one knee at Bridal Veil Falls in Telluride, Colorado. “We sat there afterward crying, laughing, and taking it all in without the distraction of a diamond or photos—just the meaning of it,” she reflects. When they returned to Austin, James proposed again, this time with the ring, on the porch of their home where they drink their morning coffee together. “I remember thinking how funny it was that somehow I got both versions of a proposal.” 

“When we started venue searching, I became slightly obsessive about finding the right feeling,” Becca says of her destination wedding. “Every place was beautiful in its own way, but none of them fully clicked until we arrived at Villa Catureglio.” To bring the weekend to life, the couple worked with LBV Design House and enlisted photographers Sarah Lord and Kirby Stenger to capture every moment. 

Becca spent the two years leading up to her wedding co-designing Eddy’s first-ever bridal collection—now available on Over The Moon—alongside founder Megan Eddings Feely. Drawing inspiration from vintage heirlooms, Paris flea markets, and the romantic spirit of Italy, the collection evolved alongside her own wardrobe. 

To kick off the weekend, the bride wore a skirt set in the Forever Toile pattern that quietly illustrated her and James’s love story, paired with Prada heels and jewelry from Campbell + Charlotte. She followed with the Amour Dress in white eyelet, styled with Manolo Blahnik heels.

The bride got ready in a vintage Dior silk robe layered over a simple scoop-neck dress, a look she describes as her favorite of the entire weekend. For the ceremony, Becca wore the Brady Maxi Dress and the Sweet Pea Cape, both in Chapel White Floral. Her cathedral-length veil was embroidered with a phrase from her vows to James: “As long as I live, I’ll love you.”

One of the most emotional touches was the ribbon wrapped around the bouquet, fashioned from Meg’s own wedding dress, the same one that inspired the creation of Eddy. “There was something really beautiful about that continuity,” the bride reflects. “Women passing things down. Stories continuing quietly into the next generation.”

Meaningful jewelry completed the ensemble, including vintage Wedgwood cameo earrings depicting Venus and Cupid, a Qu’Hier love token ring gifted by her mother, and a ring passed down from her great-great-grandmother. “I kept finding myself wanting the women who came before me woven into everything,” she says.  Later that evening, Becca changed into perhaps the most sentimental piece of the weekend: her grandmother’s restored wedding corset paired with a skirt she co-created. 

The bridal party was equally considered. One custom toile quietly narrated Becca and James’s love story, while another print, designed with artist Larsen McDowell, drew inspiration from the frescoes that adorned the walls of their venue. “There’s something really special about looking out at the people you love most and realizing they’re quite literally wearing pieces of your memories, travels, relationship, and creative life,” Becca shares.

James complemented the weekend’s aesthetic in a blue linen suit by Grande Le Mar, which felt both timeless and effortless while serving as a subtle interpretation of the couple’s something blue.

Even the ceremony florals held sentimental value. “My nana used to pull over on the side of the road to pick Queen Anne’s Lace. It’s an incredibly delicate flower, so there was no guarantee we’d actually be able to use it, but Tuscany happened to have it growing through the hillsides.” Maggie Peterson paid homage to this memory, foraging it in the same way Becca’s grandmother used to.

On May 16, 2026, the bride walked herself down the aisle, though she wasn’t alone. “The kids who mean the most to me accompanied me, helping carry my dramatically long veil through the grass,” she reminisces. “You could hear soft giggles in the background—or, let’s be honest, a few tears and the occasional ‘Can I have a snack?’ drifting through the ceremony.” 

Cocktail hour took place in the garden until sunset, when guests moved beneath the olive trees for dinner. “In Italy, they have a saying: A tavola non si invecchia. At the table, one does not grow old. Marriage is very similar to these long Tuscan dinners. It’s about staying at the table together even when the wine runs low or the weather turns,” Becca paraphrases her officiant’s words from the ceremony. “It’s about the commitment to keep talking, keep laughing, and keep showing up.” Candlelit tables dressed in Eddy linens, pasta arriving in endless courses, and an abundance of wine made for an evening that was difficult to leave.

The couple shared their first dance to a custom rendition of “Strawberries” by Camp—a song that had quietly soundtracked their relationship from the beginning. “On the way to our civil ceremony, it came on completely unprompted,” she recalls. “We were both already emotional—somewhere between laughing and crying. Not because it was some grand dramatic love song, but because it felt deeply lived in.”

Later, a saxophonist led guests to the dance floor while the bride slipped away for an outfit change. She returned to tiramisu, espresso martinis, and barefoot dancing that carried through the rolling hills. “My 87-year-old Nana pulled up a chair beside the dance floor and stayed there watching everyone dance until almost 1 a.m., which somehow feels like one of my favorite memories from the entire weekend,” she confirms. It became one of those nights where no one wanted to be the first to call it—so they didn’t, until the sun came up.