Consummation of Vows

The Caribbean night was an endless canopy of warm, liquid velvet scattered with millions of brilliant tropical stars. Anchored in a secluded, turquoise cove off the southern bluffs of Saint-Barthélemy, the *Elysium*—Damian Cross’s bespoke two-hundred-and-twenty-foot superyacht—floated serenely upon the calm, crystal waters, its underwater hull lights casting an ethereal, aquamarine glow through the gentle swell. On the private owner’s aft deck, the warm trade winds carried the intoxicating scents of…