Our wedding took place on July 27, 1958, in the Crystal Room of the Beverly Hills
Hotel with all the ambience, elegance and glitter expected of a princess. It was a perfect
setting for the beginning of a perfect new life as a wife. There were over two hundred
guests in attendance, dressed in their finest. Daddy’s ten-piece orchestra played the
customary wedding songs, Gogi Grant sang for us, and my bridesmaids carried bouquets
of water lilies to match their gorgeous blue dresses. I was bursting with happiness as the
blushing bride and my husband-to-be was as handsome and charismatic as Prince
Charming. The hotel management gifted us with an engraved silver cake cutter to
commemorate the occasion. It still occupies space in my silver flatware drawer, but is
never used.
As expected, photographs of the wedding appeared in the local papers and became
the talk of the town the next morning by those who attended the gala and those who
wished they had been included on the guest list. Mother saved copies for me to occupy
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