No, she didn't get married in a white coat. That's the top of the wedding dress you can see just a glimpse of under the coat.
But when Bracha took it, my daughter had been married---oohhh, about three hours.
And this was a particularly lovely part of the dancing fun that takes place at an orthodox Jewish wedding, where there's separate sex dancing, On both the women's and the men's side, the young people like to get up to high jinks and masquerades, all with the object of making the bride and groom even happier than they already are.
That white coat is meant to be an artist's smock. See the paint brushes in the top pocket.
As for making her even happier than she already was-- I don't think that was really going to be possible. She was.. well... I think the picture speaks for itself. And see the next post.
My own camera was out of action. Days before the wedding, I was told the new one which should already have arrived was going to arrive the day after the wedding. It didn't. I'm still waiting. But I'm trying to collect up all the ones that friends took, and put some of the best of them on the blog.
It was a wonderful, wonderful day.