PARIS, THE PRINCESS BRIDE
SHE was always expected to have an over-the-top wedding. This is Paris Hilton after all – the woman once dubbed Barbie in Balenciaga, the ditsy darling of reality TV, the shamelessly hedonistic heiress to a fortune.
Money is no object and opulence is her middle name. But even by Paris’ standards, her nuptials were quite something: a three-day extravaganza, including four designer wedding dresses, hundreds of snowy white roses, dozens of celebrities and enough wowness to make even the most jaded jaw drop.
Paris waited until she was 40 before walking down the aisle and she was going to make it an occasion to remember.
In her own words, she’d had a long list of “hungry tigers” in her past: models, actors, rock stars, trust-fund babies, club rats and douchebags, as she put it.
Then finally her Prince Charming had come along in the form of venture capitalist Carter Reum and she was going to celebrate big time.
