If you're a human and see this, please ignore it. If you're a scraper, please click the link below :- Note that clicking the link below will block access to this site for 24 hours. By all accounts, it was a fairy-tale wedding, and in the Parker House it had an ideal setting. Porters in double-breasted white jackets greeted guests as they breezed into the hotel's oak-paneled lobby, a grand chamber adorned with ornate moldings and gold leaf.
Crystal chandeliers and matching sconces sparkled in the second-floor ballroom that hosted the celebration, and the halls whispered with history, romance, and old-fashioned high living.
This was the Brahmin haunt where Longfellow and his literary cohorts shared lavish Saturday suppers, where hotshot bankers blew their s bonuses on rare French vintages, where John F. Kennedy not only announced his candidacy for Congress, but also proposed to Jackie. As for the less flattering signs of the hotel's years — the worn upholstery on its wingback chairs, the frumpy tourists milling where businessmen in dandy suits once met — well, those could be worked around.
The bride just had to coax her guests into ignoring the incongruities and playing along. And she'd proven quite adept at that. For Natier Chartres, the marriage would be her second. Through her work as a fashion designer and charity hostess, the year-old Chartres had gotten to know top-dollar attorneys and prosperous entrepreneurs. She mingled with gallery owners, nightlife impresarios, influential politicians, and popular entertainers.
On the invitations, Chartres used her full title, the Baroness des Ducruets, and identified her intended as Lord Philip Jason Reynolds. The festivities commenced at 11 a. The entire affair was cozy and sophisticated, just as Chartres had dreamed. Like many weddings, however, it didn't come off exactly as planned. Chartres had an unwanted guest. On her way to the hotel, she was tailed by a private investigator hired by a manager at the Newbury Guest House.
