Your bridesmaids hiking up their dresses to climb on hay bales. Your groomsmen attempting a serious photo before someone makes that face. The moment your maid of honor fixes your train while telling you your lipstick is smudged while your photographer catches you both dying laughing. These are the photos that make it into the group chat, the ones you frame for each other's birthdays, the evidence of who you were before life got even busier. In the Barn's authentic spaces, pretense drops away and what remains is pure friendship—the people who got you here, celebrating that you found your person.