Cheers rang out as the happy couple made their way down the aisle, arm in arm. Leif stood alongside his brothers, fellow groomsmen, and he was so happy he didn’t mind how uncomfortable his tuxedo was. True to form, the wedding was over-the-top in the most Sigvard way. The ceremony took place in an orchard of cherry trees in full flower, planted in wide rows. An enormous white tent had been set up, with pink and white flowers adorning nearly every surface. Massive chandeliers were positioned from the top of the tent in a way that gave them an elegant, almost dainty appearance. There were nearly two hundred guests in total, and four hundred eyes had swelled with tears when Michael’s Nana, Ruby, walked him down the aisle. Michael wore a white tuxedo to offset Sigvard’s classic black tux, and
