Weddings of the Super-Rich Aren't Like Yours... and That's a Good Thing(!)-- (review of A Killer Wedding)
Who doesn’t love a great big wedding? The idea of two people, symbolically sharing their Happily-Ever-After with those nearest-and-dearest... even for the semi-cynical amongst us, it’s hard to resist. But make it a celebrity to-do—where one of them is famous (or infamous), or insanely-wealthy—and suddenly, it’s a whole different ballgame. [Plus, zero chance most of us would merit an invitation...] If any of us had the opportunity to attend The Wedding of the Year, we’d RSVP “Yes!”, wouldn’t we? Especially if we had no clue, going into it, that we’d be RSVPing to the scene of a murder... as in Joan O’Leary’s A Killer Wedding . It’s quite a coup when Christine, a lowly staff writer for elite Bespoke Weddings magazine—which only covers the most -fabulous nuptials—is singled out to cover the Wedding of the Year, the Ripton-Murphy union. Grandmother-of-the-groom, octogenarian Gloria ...