Celia the secret life of a Hollywood legend

Chapter 5:The Reincarnation of Lily Jaguar

I yearned for a timeless and elegant wedding gown by Garavani, exuding an aura of legacy sophistication. Once we arrived in Milan, a team of the finest designers was enlisted to craft my dream dress, which ultimately took three weeks and four masterminds to create.

The dress was made of the finest silk with intricate lace detailing that adorned the bodice and trailed down the full skirt. The sleeves were sheer and delicate, giving the dress an ethereal and romantic feel.

The diamond Collier that Jonathan's mother gave me was complemented by the classic sweetheart neckline, which also flatters my collarbone. The collier was a family heirloom that had been passed down from her grandmother.

I contemplated suggesting to her that it would be more appropriate for one of her daughters to inherit the Collier instead of myself. Given that Jonathan and I had no intention of having children, it seemed inevitable that the Collier would eventually end up in an auction somewhere.

I held back from making such a suggestion, though, because in my social circle, we never turn down diamonds.

The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure while still maintaining a modest and timeless look. The train was long and majestic, flowing behind me like a river of silk.

It was a true masterpiece, a testament to the skill and craftsmanship of the Italian designers who worked tirelessly to create it.

The end result was a legendary piece that graced the pages of magazines worldwide and became the envy of many.

Eve got herself a Dior dress from La Maison Dior in Paris. What's the difference, one might ask?

The luxury of choice.

The abundance of choices, a hallmark of our lives, sets us apart. Jonathan and I, nurtured in a world of possibilities, have been granted an array of options—from culinary delights to sartorial expressions, artistic pursuits, music, athletic endeavors, cherished pastimes, and idyllic getaways. The world bends to our desires, honoring the uniqueness of our preferences rather than conforming to trends or shared inclinations. Such is the essence of our elegant individuality called "le savoir vivre," steeped in the legacy of the remnants of the Bourgeoisie from the era of the 'Roi Soleil.'

We don't simply follow trends or expect others to have the same preferences as us; instead, our perspective is valued for its uniqueness. At least, that's what we were led to believe.

Eve, on the other hand, wasn't provided with that privilege growing up. She never had the option to develop her own catalog of choices as a child. That's why her wedding dress is from a boutique. That's the difference.

As Jonathan put on the Italian handmade tuxedo by Brioni, I couldn't help but admire the way the dark night blue color suited him perfectly. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders and tapered in at the waist, accentuating his athletic physique. The lapels were wide, made of satin, and perfectly matched the silk stripe running down the sides of his pants.

The crisp white shirt and night blue bowtie completed the ensemble, giving him a timeless and sophisticated look. I knew he was nervous about the wedding, but in that moment, he exuded confidence and poise.

I took his hand and looked into his eyes, reassuring him that everything would be perfect.

There must be a word for committing to your soul mate forever. Jonathan was more than just a friend, he was my confidant, I yearn for a term to describe marrying one's best friend. Every aspect of our wedding was genuine, I didn't want to marry Jonathan for show; I desired it for myself.