Yes, I saw them there. A few months before the wedding, I ran into Petra in Tuscany, and we decided to have lunch. We were drinking to Petra and James' health and happiness when Petra said to me, "Dahling, you know, Nicky Hilton is invited to the wedding too, and I hear she's available (wink, wink)!" At the reception, I saw Nicky standing across the room, the very essence of ravishing loveliness, so ravishingly lovely that I needed to have a gin and tonic before I approached her. To strengthen the old constitution, you know. Dash it, in the meantime that cad Rothschild slithered in ahead of me, and that was that. They were inseparable the entire evening. I stood there for some time, utterly stunned, and even the attentions later on of the charming Baroness Isabella von Todtenheim could ease my disappointment. Some things are not meant to be, I guess. Blast!
*wiping tears*
That was... beautiful, man.
Very creative!
But really, FR isn’t a psych’s couch where you spill out the contents of your dreams. ...lol