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

The Aurelia was not merely a hotel. It was the Whitaker altar. Built by Grant’s grandfather, restored by his mother, expanded by Grant with my design and my contacts. Its lobby had black marble floors veined with white like lightning. Its ballroom had hosted presidents, actresses, senators, divorces, reconciliations, and at least three weddings that continue reading …