First look at Delta Goodrem's 'fairytale' wedding with Matthew Copley in Malta as the pop star walks down the aisle in stunning couture gown that took months to make and is embroidered with deeply personal details
And on Thursday, the Australian pop star shared the first look at her 'fairytale' wedding with Vogue Australia.
'June 2025, Husband and Wife. It was more magical than we both could have dreamed,' Delta wrote in an emotional caption on Instagram.
'We said I do under the Maltese skies in a family fairytale wedding brought to life by so many angels surrounding us,' she continued.
'We are holding on to every memory from that moment, the love, the laughter, the happy tears and dancing till the sun came up.'
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The blushing bride, 40, stunned in an off-the-shoulder wedding gown with a racy sweetheart neckline designed by South Australian fashion designer Paul Vasileff.
The French tulle gown features gorgeous lattice detailing and a two-and-a-half metre train.
Delta said she worked with the designer over three months to create a gown that felt, 'super personal and very special.'
'Paul and I connected the second I got engaged, and we started working together immediately,' Delta told Vogue of the couture creation.
The gown, which took around 500 hours to make, included nods to the couple's romance, including their wedding date, a pair of pair of swans and cherubs, embroidered into the fabric.
Vasileff had also dressed Delta for the 2016 Logie Awards and descried working with her as a 'dream collaboration'.
Delta and Mathew exchanged vows in the historic St. Paul's Cathedral in Mdina, which was built in the 12th century.
The reception then took place at Naxxar's Palazzo Parisio, an century estate with exquisite gardens that was constructed in the 18th century.
Delta changed into two further dresses during the party so she would be comfortable enough to dance the night away while Conrad Sewell and Vince Pizzinga performed to the A-list guests.
Both frocks were designed for the singer by Melbourne-based couture designer Con Ilio, including a party dress covered in hand-beaded pearls and crystals.
Delta and Mathew's custom-made, matching gold and diamond wedding bands were created by Melbourne designer Anton Jewellery.
The singer told Vogue that she wanted to, 'feel like myself on the day. That was really important to me. The look needed to feel grounded amongst the fairytale.'
Delta's makeup was done by Noni Smith while her hair was styled by Michael Brennan, while the day's stylist was Meggy Smith.
Her groom meanwhile was dressed in 'head-to-toe' Tom Ford, Delta told Vogue - adding that she did not see Matt the night before their vows to add to the magic.
'Seeing Matt for the first time at the aisle was so memorable, as we had kept the tradition of not seeing each other the night before' she said.
The wedding, planned by Sarah Young Luxury Events and Weddings, and Wonder Event, went off without a hitch.
'Every moment was a fairytale come true. The whole day and the week spent with everyone were beyond our wildest dreams' Delta told Vogue.
Guests at the ultra-private wedding reportedly received detailed schedules months in advance, with the celebration marking the culmination of a two-year planning process.
The wedding was an extravagant multi-day celebration attended by the couple's nearest and dearest.
The day following the wedding, the couple let their hair down at a luxury beach club alongside Richard Wilkins and his girlfriend Mia Hawkswell, his son Christian and Today show host Renee Bargh.
Also joining the couple for the beach day, were several famous faces from Delta's inner circle, including her mother Lea and brother Trent.
Delta then continued her romantic Maltese nuptials with an extravagant day at sea the day after, hosting an exclusive yacht party for close friends two days after tying the knot.
The group set sail from the coast of Valletta, boarding a luxury chartered yacht to cruise the sparkling Mediterranean in true celebrity style – and not a detail was spared.
From diving into the crystal-clear water and soaking up the sun to clinking champagne flutes and sharing sweet moments on deck, the newlyweds and their glamorous guests enjoyed a relaxed yet glitzy day of post-wedding bliss.
Not only was it the setting for her romantic engagement to Copley, but it also boasts deep personal and professional ties for the singer.
In a video shared on YouTube in 2023, Delta opened up about her bond with the southern European nation.
She went on to reveal her Matt's roots.
'My partner's family are all from Malta,' she said, before adding that many of her longtime band members and backup singers also share Maltese heritage.
It is understood that they were introduced by mutual friends.
In a rare interview with HELLO! in November 2020, Delta described herself and Matthew as a 'great team.'
'When Matt and I work together, it's really easy to go straight to the core of our feelings because we're living and breathing life together all the time. It's wonderful to work with him.'
The former Neighbours star has dated her fair share of famous faces, from Nick Jonas and Brian McFadden to tennis great Mark Philippoussis.
The Innocent Eyes hitmaker enjoyed her hen's party in Sydney back on April 26, surrounded by close friends before jetting overseas for the lavish affair.
The songstress, who has remained private about her personal life, got engaged to Matthew, her guitarist and musical collaborator, in September 2023.
'My best friend asked me to marry him,' she giddily captioned the image, alongside a ring emoji.
Delta also shared footage of the precious moment to the social media platform.
Delta recently wrapped up a series of exclusive shows in the UK to mark 20 years since her iconic Mistaken Identity album, but it wasn't just her singing that had people talking.
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