Piper Getty
Mrs. Morton was a force to be reckoned with. She bought my dress, and then she took us to a salon she had booked for us to get ready. I was prepared with a beautiful, classic low bun and natural makeup, featuring a light smoky eye to enhance it. The soft pink gloss on my lips was the perfect complement for the entire look.
"God! You look gorgeous." She smiled, and then when the hairdresser placed the veil on my head, she smiled.
"Now, here, use this..." She placed a small diamond pendant around my neck. "Something old... this belonged to Nick´s great-grandmother. She arrived in the United States, fleeing the Mexican Revolution..." She smiled, and I looked at her. "Back then, our family was considered aristocrats, but with the war happening, my grandfather shipped all his
