100 Dresses and 150 Barry’s Bootcamp Classes Later, This Elie Saab Bride Was Ready to Say “I Do”
Fashion publicist Véronique de Vallière met her now-husband Rob McHugh on Hinge in 2021. The couple married five years later in a 17th-century villa on the outskirts of Florence

A word of advice for anyone still swiping: “Keep at it,” says Véronique de Vallière. “It’s a numbers game.” Sounds arduous, but it’s true. The 34-year-old Swiss-Australian publicist had sat through her fair share of “doozies” dredged up from the London dating pool before finally matching with Rob McHugh, a private equity director from Melbourne, on Hinge in 2021. “Our first date was a liquid dinner on the rooftop of the Culpepper in Shoreditch,” she says, with a laugh. “All wine, no food. Then he walked me home, and we shared our first kiss outside my door in Dalston. He had this warmth to him, and a humour that just felt so right. In fact, the first thing I said to my flatmate was: ‘He felt like home.’” The couple made it official three weeks later, and moved into a canal-side apartment in leafy De Beauvoir within seven months. “It was a whirlwind,” Véronique adds. “But when you know, you know right?!”
The engagement took place during a surprise birthday trip destination revealed only at the airport to Lake Garda in July 2023. “I had a feeling it might happen,” Véronique says. “Rob was acting sheepish one afternoon, and then, when we were pulling up on a Riva boat for sunset drinks at Locanda San Vigilio, I spotted a photographer out of the corner of my eye. I was like, ‘... But I’ve been swimming all day!?’ So I ran to the bathroom for, like, 20 minutes, and thank God I had a change of clothes, while he waited to lead me to an ancient tree in the courtyard.” There, Rob dropped to one knee and presented Véronique with a radiant-cut and trapezoid diamond three-stone engagement ring, designed to the exact specifications she’d passed along to a friend. “We both cried. It was perfect. And we didn’t tell anyone for 12 hours, which was so beautiful, our little engagement bubble.”
The de Vallière-McHughs had always envisioned a wedding abroad sunshine, for them, was non-negotiable and it was the 17th-century Villa Gamberaia, on the outskirts of Florence, that ultimately won them over after a round of reconnaissance across the Mediterranean. The venue ticked every box: it could host guests flying in from London, Switzerland, and Australia, was just 20 minutes from the city centre, and promised the alfresco dinner of their dreams. Wedding planners Laura Bravi and Viviana Tarantino were enlisted to bring the vision to life, while Véronique embarked on an intense period of self-preparation. “I work for Lululemon, so I lead quite an active lifestyle,” she says. “I completed 150 Barry’s Bootcamp sessions to make sure I was in great shape before the wedding, complemented by Lagree Reformer pilates and barre classes at MAD. I’ve a ballet background, and barre is great for toned bridal arms.” Her goal, she adds, was to feel strong, not slim.
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All this, alongside 100 dress fittings with one design in mind the strapless Givenchy number Audrey Hepburn wore in Billy Wilder’s 1954 film, Sabrina. “It was ridiculous,” Véronique says. “I went from brand to brand, store to store, and yet I kept coming back to a mikado silk Elie Saab column. The craftsmanship was just unparalleled.” But it wasn’t an immediate ‘Yes’. “I had to justify the decision by shopping around.” In the end, the bride visited Elie Saab’s boutique once in London, twice in Paris, with her mother and sister-in-law, and a final time in Singapore so that her grandparents, who were unable to travel to the wedding, could see the vision. “As soon as Mum said, ‘No, it has to be this one,’ I was like, ‘Who am I to argue?’ When Véronique walked into Villa Gamberaia’s linen-draped grotto on 30 May, clasping a bouquet of sweet peas, as a string quartet played Henri Mancini’s Moon River, the train on the ball gown fluttered. “I felt regal,” she says. “Like I had accomplished life.”
No doubt the previous evening’s welcome drinks on the rooftop of Hotel Plaza Lucchesi where she greeted loved ones in a sheer cape from The New Arrivals layered over a Fleur du Mal bralette and a non-compulsory yoga session on the morning of the wedding helped Véronique reach a sense of zen. Wearing a white Lululemon set with her bridal party also decked out in the brand’s gear Véronique led 25 guests through a gentle flow beneath the Tuscan sun. “It was the perfect way to start the day,” she adds. “It completely eradicated the nerves, and even Rob got involved.” Those moments of calm were built into the running order. After exchanging vows and capturing family photos, for example, the newlyweds were ushered into a private room with a glass of champagne and a ten-minute sandglass just long enough to take it all in before Véronique changed into her second look: a corseted Floure Studio drop-waist ball gown for a courtyard waltz. “Rob is not a dancer,” she says. “But he took ballroom classes with me and learned the choreo like a superstar.”
So it was time to feast and speech. Think: langoustine and candied lemon zest pasta, followed by an enormous heart-shaped tiramisu all prepared by the same caterers behind Kim Kardashian’s 2014 wedding to Kanye West served on a single banquet table dressed with sculptural arrangements of radish, cauliflower and artichoke. “The dinner is the longest part of the day, so it had to be the most beautiful,” Véronique says. “We wanted our guests to rave about it afterwards.” And rave they did: espresso martinis, spicy margaritas, and negronis flowed as Véronique changed into a high-neck/low-back Danielle Frankel dress – the same one she wore to her civil ceremony in Melbourne – for her second “first” dance to “I Hear A Symphony” by Cody Fry. “It wasn’t a complete disaster,” she says. “But I did lose a shoe during the second lift and hit our videographer Tim Chung’s camera.” In the heat of it all, someone stood on – and tore the bustle from the dress. “We don’t go clubbing anymore, so weddings are when we let loose,” she adds. “I ended up on the shoulders of the groomsmen.” (Photos from that moment are the only evidence of the 16Arlington dress that served as a handy back-up.)
The newlyweds retired at around 2.30am, with nothing but poolside goodbyes on the next day’s schedule, as their Antipodean friends continued on their travels around Europe. “It was literally my dream that came to life in the end,” Véronique says, looking back on what amounted to three years of planning across three continents. “It was everything I wanted and more. I organise a lot of events for a living, and I’m a control freak at the best of times, so it was hard for me to take a backseat on… well, anything. But it was absolutely perfect and my husband’s now very happy his wife doesn’t need to arrange another wedding.” Her hot tip, beyond sticking it out on the apps? “Hire wedding planners. There are a lot of emails, a lot of calls, but no detail was too small for them to execute. Oh, and book a mini-moon. We went to the Mezzatorre Hotel in Ischia. Because you will feel depressed afterwards.”
Article originally published on British Vogue.





























































