It took the world grinding to a halt for Lola Teller, 29, and Freddie Woodruff, 35, to get going. A mutual friend had set them up on a date in 2020, but with Lola studying in Edinburgh and Freddie building his catering business, Noco, in London, geography got in the way. That is, until 12 months later, when lockdown found them separated by little more than a field in Boscastle, Cornwall, where Lola’s mother, fashion photographer and stylist Venetia Scott, owns a house, and Freddie was setting up a restaurant. “He used to come and cook for us every night, and a few weeks in, my mum was like, ‘Look, why don’t you come and live with us here?’” Lola says. “She was very fond of him, and I think she liked the food, so she was pushing.” What followed was an idyllic few months spent picking mussels on the beach and taking boats out into the Celtic Sea to catch lobsters. Eventually, though, it was time for Lola to begin her career in the art world—she is now director of the agenda-setting Bernheim gallery—and the couple moved in together in leafy north-west London. This time for good.
It was in July 2025 that Lola and Freddie got engaged, while staying at her family home on Hydra, where she has spent summers since childhood. “Fred decided he wanted to go on a hike at 4 p.m. in the boiling heat, and I was like, ‘This is ridiculous, no way,’” she says. “Something must be going on.” With nerves and temperatures running high, they barely spoke on the way up, and Freddie almost lost the ring—a trio of east-to-west oval Sophie Breitmeyer diamonds—among the rocks. “We got to the top of the mountain, completely dehydrated, just as the sun was setting, when he told me to sit on a rock and got down on one knee,” she recalls. “And it was really quite beautiful.” From there, the would-be-weds jetted off to Es Cucons, a family-run hotel in northern Ibiza, where the owners, who had been welcoming Lola and her mother for years, offered to host their wedding. “They said, ‘We don’t usually do this, but how does 40 guests sound?’, and we were like, ‘…150?’” They settled on 90, returning to the hotel at Christmas, Easter, and once more the following summer to finalize the plans.
There were even more visits—10 in total—to Kensington-based bridal designer Phillipa Lepley to perfect the lace wedding dress, complete with corset, veil, and train, and designed with the input of her mom. Having a mother behind some of Vogue’s most memorable covers must have come in handy? “Throughout the process, she was making me try on these enormous poofs of dresses, which looked great but were never gonna be the one for me,” Lola says. “Often I’d be like, ‘I like this!’, and then mum would be like, ‘…No.’ She’s always right, though.”
