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Thousands of candles turned the night warm and gold as Matteo Bocelli married Sofia Carson. Guests were still settling into their seats when a quiet ripple moved through the crowd. Josh Groban had stepped onto the stage. No announcement. Just a soft nod toward Andrea Bocelli. Their voices rose together, slow and steady, like something meant to be whispered, not performed. The applause faded into silence. People held their breath. Veronica Berti wiped her eyes without trying to hide it. It felt less like a concert and more like a moment the room wasn’t supposed to interrupt. A wedding, a family, and a song carrying all of it at once. Some nights don’t end. They stay with you.

A Symphony of Love: Inside Matteo Bocelli and Sofia Carson’s Fairytale Wedding

Under a starlit Tuscan sky, where golden lanterns danced in the summer breeze and twinkling lights stretched like constellations over a centuries-old villa, Matteo Bocelli and Sofia Carson were wed in a ceremony straight out of a storybook.

Few knew the two were even romantically involved. Their relationship had bloomed in private, away from paparazzi and press. But on this unforgettable night, their love took center stage.

Sofia, radiant in an ethereal white gown and cathedral-length veil, moved gracefully down the aisle as harp and violin music floated through the air. Matteo waited in a sleek black tuxedo, visibly emotional. Beside him stood his father, Andrea Bocelli, hand gently resting on his son’s shoulder — a quiet symbol of pride, tradition, and love.

While the guest list glittered with stars from music, film, and fashion, it was what happened after the ceremony that transformed the evening into legend.

An Unforgettable Duet Under the Stars

As the newlyweds stepped onto the marble stage for their first dance, the lights dimmed. Then, a familiar voice filled the garden. Josh Groban emerged from the shadows with a microphone in hand, approaching Andrea Bocelli with a warm smile.

Without a word, the two musical icons launched into an impromptu duet of “The Prayer,” the beloved ballad originally performed by Andrea and Celine Dion. The garden fell into hushed awe as their voices soared in harmony, the notes wrapping around the night like a blessing.

Over 10,000 guests watched via livestream, while those lucky enough to be present sat in complete silence. Sofia’s hand tightened around Matteo’s. He turned toward his father with misty eyes — a look of admiration, of legacy, of gratitude.

Nearby, Veronica Berti, Andrea’s wife and Matteo’s stepmother, was seen gently dabbing her tears — a quiet witness to a full-circle moment: her stepson now a husband, enveloped in music and meaning.

A Toast to Love and Harmony

After the final note of the duet melted into the warm night, Andrea raised a glass to his son and new daughter-in-law. “Tonight,” he said, his voice steady with emotion, “we do not just celebrate a marriage — we celebrate the harmony of hearts that were always meant to sing together.”

The celebration continued with music, dancing, and spontaneous serenades that carried long into the early hours. But for those present — and the millions watching online — the duet between Andrea and Josh Groban marked the soul of the evening.

Matteo Bocelli and Sofia Carson’s wedding was more than a ceremony. It was a living love song — one composed not just of vows, but of verses. Not just of kisses, but of crescendos. A symphony where every note felt like destiny.

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