A surprise proposal at Trocadéro, at sunrise, under a grey sky. No golden light, no postcard. Just the moment. He went down on one knee, she put her hand to her mouth, and Alex caught every second of it: the ring going on, the hug, the tears, the arm in the air.
This is what you pay a proposal photographer for. Not the weather, which nobody controls. The reaction, which happens once. Alex was in position before she arrived, discreet enough that she never noticed him, and close enough to get her face when it mattered.
After the yes, he took them for a short engagement shoot: the terrace, the garden stairs, then avenue de Camoëns with its quiet balustrade and the tower between the buildings. Twenty minutes of photos they did not know they would have that morning.
