The beautiful, blushing bride

The first time I met Margherita Missoni we were both just kids. Students, actually. There was a mutual friend who had invited me to have dinner with an Italian friend at (it seems so cliché now) Cipriani’s Downtown, who turned out to be Margherita. She was studying at Columbia at the time, and she was homesick and a little gloomy and very cold. She was wearing two pairs of long underwear under her jeans. She has since told me that her mother knew she was sad at the time because she stopped asking her to send her clothes. Well, we ended up having fun that night. And for a few nights, months, years after too. In the decade (actually, it’s been more than a decade, which is terrifying) since that chilly, fateful evening, Margherita has become more than a good friend and partner in crime. She’s like a little sister, someone I’ve watched turn into a mature, smart, beautiful woman. I’ve seen her transform from philosophy student to actress (I’ll never forget her performance in The Maids with Maria Carla Boscono at the Lee Strasberg Institute) to hardworking member of the family dynasty. So at her wedding in her hometown in Italy earlier this summer, I was beaming with pride as she floated down the isle to wed the equally charming and devastatingly chic Eugenio Amos. The wedding was a fairy tale. It was, quite literally, the wedding of Margherita’s dreams, and like so many other people, I was honored to be able to watch it come true.

The Spiceburns (a fictional Pop trinity that Eugenie and Tatiana made up when they were at Burning Man with Marge) were part of the wedding party

The man behind the dress Giambattista Valli, with the woman behind the shoes, Charlotte Dellal

Dasha and Lauren and their slices of wedding cake

Josephine and one of the hundreds of butterflies that were released at lunch

Mario with Vlad and Stavros

Pillow talk with Eugenie

The happiest and most glamorous couple in Italy at their reception

Dasha, Vanina, Oly and Neville at the circus

Two icons looking very iconic: Carine and Anna

Stefano and Francesco

Coco and Lauren

Vanessa, Lazaro, Jack and me

Patrick and Hamish on the dance floor

Charlotte, truly in her element

Giovanna on one of the painted hay bails

Me and the little sister I always wanted and was so lucky to find. Congratulations, Marge!