In 2016, Sandy Liang and Dorian Booth matched on Bumble. At the time, Liang—the fashion designer behind the beloved New York label Sandy Liang—wasn’t looking for anything serious. “I was having fun being single,” she says. Neither, really, was Dorian: He was just finishing up his master’s degree in architecture at Yale, commuting from New Haven to New York on weekends to look for a job. But as the saying goes, sometimes love comes when you least expect it. Fast-forward eight years later, and Dorian proposed in a vineyard on the Venetian island of Mazzorbo. “We were the only people there—it was just so serene and vast,” Sandy says. “I barely said yes. Apparently I was babbling—not in a crying way, just in a happy way.”

Upon their return, Sandy’s father asked what she describes as his “kind of fortune-teller, spiritual-advisor man” to pick the luckiest day for their wedding. The guru’s answer? May 28.

So on May 28 the two held a traditional Chinese banquet at her family’s restaurant in Flushing, Queens.

Sandy began the day by burning incense and then getting her hair brushed by her mother. After giving red packets to her sister, cousin, and best friend—considered tokens of good luck in Chinese culture—she had a bowl of tangyuan and poured tea for her parents. Afterward, she changed into a custom crimson silk jacket and skirt made by Chinatown shop Noble Madam. Her hair stylist, artist Lizzie Arneson, twisted her locks into an intricate twisted bun, and makeup artist Sena Murahashi dabbed on nude lipstick.

Meanwhile Dorian was playing a series of games, set up by Sandy’s sister, devised to prove his love for the bride. One of them comically involved the groom searching for a Sandy Liang Mary Jane, her brand’s most sought-after product. (Upon release, they sold out in two days.) “That game has something to do with making sure we don’t run away from each other,” Sandy recalls, laughing. “I’m the first kid to get married, so it was a funny fusion of known traditions and just googling what we were supposed to do.” After Dorian found her footwear, he carried Sandy downstairs and into their friend’s car, which took them across a bridge for good luck.

Their evening at the restaurant began with a tea ceremony, where Sandy and Dorian poured hot drinks for the elders and they, in turn, gave them gold jewelry. For the celebratory dinner that followed, she changed into a second dress of her own design and then a third as the party began, which she accessorized with undereye gems. They ended the night with karaoke at a bar next door. (“Dorian loves karaoke,” Sandy explains.)

A month later, over the weekend of June 23, they held a second wedding at Dorian’s family home in Lincolnville, Maine. The couple worked with planner Molly O’Rourke, founder of One & Supp, to craft a coastal New England affair with a downtown creative edge. “Maine is our happy place, and I wanted to share that with our close friends,” says Sandy. “The idea was to have it feel like a giant sleepover for a weekend, but dressed up.”

On Friday they had a welcome party on the beach, where guests ate lobster rolls and skipped rocks until the sun went down. The next day Sandy and Dorian held a cocktail and dinner party under a tent in the Booths’ backyard.

The bride wore a gown of her own design, called the Ponyo dress. Made of silk taffeta—“if a princess were a fabric, this would be it,” elaborates Sandy—the Ponyo featured elbow-length sleeves and a cape. She paired it with Mikimoto pearls and a dramatic veil, while Arneson adorned her long raven hair with bows. “One of my core inspirations will forever be Marie Antoinette by Sofia Coppola,” Sandy says. “I wanted to channel that energy into my wedding look. I’m used to always being behind the scenes, so it was so much fun to be the girl getting dressed up.” In lieu of a bouquet, she had a single allium with a black ribbon by florist Miguel Yatco. As she walked along a winding path of tall grass and wildflowers, covered with mist coming off the ocean, Dorian was waiting in a suit from Bhambi’s Custom Tailors. (Little did the couple know that Dorian’s father had been painstakingly mowing the lawn for the past month to create such an idyllic setting for the reception: “There was a lot of care poured into the whole situation. I loved how we were enclosed by all the tall grass and you had to sort of wander into the tent,” she said.)

Sandy enlisted the expertise of several accomplished friends throughout the evening: James Beard Award–winning chef Danny Bowien, along with Portland-based chef Paolo Laboa, catered her dinner. Paolo’s son Simone baked the couple’s giant white sheet cake, which sat upon a board crafted by her father-in-law. Centa, a Lisbon-based creative studio that works with Loewe and Zara, made giant ribbon centerpieces for the tables that sat alongside calla lilies tied to ivory candles and vintage silverware the bride sourced herself. “I am so lucky to have so many talented people in my life who I roped into doing this whole thing with me,” she says.

Guests dined on a gourmet feast of lobster with burrata, fish steamed in parchment, grilled beef with charcoaled chili, and eggplant caponata as rain poured down around them. The mercurial weather, says Sandy, made an impeccably moody atmosphere: “It felt cozy and dreamy—a very special moment for me.”

Sandy and Dorian say their predominant feelings about their two weddings is a simple one: happiness. “I was happy to see my family happy,” Sandy says. “Flushing was a lot of fun, and I loved what we did in Maine. Being in that environment was very surreal.”