The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

Metropolitan Museum of Art, in the Temple of Dendur, where ancient stone and modern money come together under lighting designed to make guilt look golden.

I wore black velvet.

Not because I was mourning.

Because black photographs well in war.

Grant arrived late with Sloane on his arm.

She wore champagne silk, a color dangerously close to bridal white, and continue reading …