Dominic Calvert-Lewin and Sandra Jerze’s London Wedding Was a Celebration of Family and Friendship

It was the last day of their sun-drenched holiday in Sardinia when the U.K. Premier League soccer player Dominic Calvert-Lewin proposed to his girlfriend, model and interior designer, Sandra Jerze. The plan had gone west half a dozen times—he’d hidden the ring (a dazzling emerald cut) in his sock, stuffed inside his suitcase, for the entire holiday. “I wanted it to be perfect, and things weren’t perfect,” he laughs. “Sandy organises everything, and I’m not a very good organizer. It’s typical that it took me until the last day to get it right!” But the Everton striker had one ace up his sleeve: with some behind-the-scenes orchestration from the hotel staff, Sandra’s favorite bottle of wine—a 2001 Sassicaia brought in all the way from Milan—was waiting on a private beach at sunset. “I didn’t suspect a thing,” Sandra says. “We’d been talking about rings, so I thought maybe it could be in the summer… I just didn’t know where or when.”
Their story began three years ago at London’s Chiltern Firehouse, where they met through mutual friends. “It just snowballed from there," Dominic explains. At the time, Sandra was living in Switzerland and Dominic in Manchester, but their connection was magnetic from day one. “We kept meeting up in London,” he says “Then Sandy came up to Manchester for a couple of days…” “And I never left!” Sandy interrupts. Some six months later, the pair were smitten—Sandy had moved to the UK from Zurich, and they were having conversations about starting a family. “We had Ahava pretty quickly,” says Dom. Their baby daughter, born in the summer of 2023, arrived first, followed by the proposal nearly a year later.
When it came to planning the wedding, Sandra took the reins. “I’m one of those people who’d rather do something properly or not at all,” she says. She spotted her ceremony gown—the first dress she tried on—at Brown’s Bridal: a long-sleeved, ivory lace number with a trailing veil (finished with their initials, S&D, embroidered, of course) from designer Dana Harel. “I looked at the dress, and was like, ‘I’ll take this one,’” she recalls. “That’s the story. I tried on one dress and it was the perfect one!” For the civil courthouse proceedings the day prior, she had similar luck. “I knew I wanted a Chanel two-piece for the first day,” she explains. So what did she do? She Googled exactly that, and then bought the listing that came up: a sophisticated Karl Lagerfeld-era jacquard mid-length skirt and jacket, sourced from Farfetch. “It was the first one you saw, right?” Dominic chimes in. “I was like, ‘That’s perfect, I’m going to order this,’” Sandra concurs.
The plan was to keep things simple for the nuptials. “We actually didn’t want to do it as big as we did,” Sandra says. But then the guest list kept growing and suddenly there were 60 people on the list, quite the jump from the initial dozen or so they envisioned. But it didn’t matter in the end. Sandra soon came to the realization, with the sage advice of her friend and work partner Elisha, that she could do whatever she wanted—it was her wedding after all. “Not a single thing went wrong [on our wedding weekend]! That’s why we abandoned tradition.”
The wedding itself was spread over a crisp, silver-skied weekend in March—strategically timed to fall during the international football break, when Dominic could get away from work. It began with a civil ceremony at The Old Marylebone Town Hall, just the two of them and their parents. Sandy wore the Chanel, while Dom was in a made-to-measure suit from his favorite tailor, Andréa Kọsta, one of three he had made by the Liverpudlian for the weekend. “There was no pressure with that, it felt very relaxed,” says Dominic.
The next day came the showstopper: a 60-guest celebration at The NoMad Hotel (they picked it because it reminded them of Chiltern), filled with warm lighting, soul music, and florals. The priest, who also happened to be a musician, incorporated live music into the ceremony. “It was all Motown and soul classics,” Sandra says. Before Sandra walked down the aisle, she had a surprise planned for Dominic: a pre-recorded message from their daughter played out from the speakers, telling her daddy how much she loves him. “I was crying immediately,” says Dom. “I started crying before I even saw you!” Later, guests dined as the band played, and the whole night had the feel of a slightly tipsy supper club. The cake? A four-tiered, rose-clad Biscoff dream—Dominic’s main wedding duty, aside from his custom suits. Sandy had her third outfit change—this time into a silk, corseted Danielle Frankel gown, perfect to spend the rest of the night dancing.
The weekend concluded with an intimate lunch—just their closest people, surrounded by candles, laughter, and a lot of very good wine. “It got messy,” laughs Dominic. “You don’t want to see those pictures.”