Two roots, one tree.
Our Story
Yiota grew up in Larnaca, Cyprus, where summer meant her grandfather's olive grove and Sunday tables that never seemed to end. Jamil's family carried their own grove with them — from Palestine, in stories, in tatreez stitched by his grandmother, and in the knafeh that closed every celebration.
They met at a friend's rooftop dinner in London — she argues it was the music, he insists it was the last slice of knafeh they both reached for. Six years later, under the olive trees both families call home, they're getting married.
It will be a night of two languages, two dances and one long table — sun on stone, laughter and good food, golden evenings and barefoot dancing under the olive trees.
