The big day of Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez minute by minute

The most beautiful dress is the adorned one of a giant red rose that covers the whole chest. A famous invited to the wedding of Jeff Bezos who is a guest at the St.Regis Hotel, one of the most exclusive hotels in Venice wears it.

It is exactly 18.47 on Friday 27 June. The big day, the day of the “wedding” that has now become famous all over the world. The one between Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez.

The spouses came out of their hotel, the Aman Venice Hotel, another luxury location. She at 4pm. He at 6pm. As in a scheme that plays in inverted parts, this time first the bride came out, and then the groom. In fact, she had to go to Prepararsthe. He leaves the hotel with a white veil that surrounds her face. Her sunglasses, strictly black, cover her eyes.

The image refers to that modern fairy tale “Breakfast at Tiffany”, where progressive impulses are apparently abandoned by a romantic ending. “I’m living a fairy tale,” she said, while he concentrated on “wonderful Venice”.

The taxi is here that she awaits her, she does not get rid of anything, nice, kind, her chest sketched by a white jacket, no concern seemed to be afflicted. He approaches the taxi, he sends a greeting, with an enviable nonchalancethat not even the Venetians when they have to get on board have, even send a kiss. Here in front of her the audience of journalists and photographers opens. The large canal is literally invaded by boats, motorboats, private boats, vaporetti who, while trying to make its way between the agitation and the mess of those who do not want to miss even a minute. Even tourists from the boats take photos, they take videos. Those who are luckier overlooks the balcony and enjoys the show. Journalists’ boats are lined up. The cameramans rise above the rooftops of the boats, and the canal becomes a tumult of waves that move, a sloping of the sea, a shaking. The choirs then, as soon as she comes out, become more and more energetic. “Hi Lauren! Hi Lauren!”, Someone shouts. “Welcome to Venice!”, Some more shouts. “Be quiet”, some more, like wanting to stop her, as if you want to tear her a word. But she pretends not to hear, she slips into the taxi that goes to the island of San Giorgio, where the Cini Foundation dwells.

The boats all behind. The procession of boats in the Grand Canal, right now, really makes an impression. All irritated, fixed, with a careful gaze towards a single taxi that proceeds towards the long -awaited party.

It is 16.10. She gets off the boat and slips into the location.

At 6 pm instead, always from the Aman, he comes out. With a move that confuses everyone, first a man comes out, black glasses, bald, deeply resembles Jeff Bezos. But it’s not him. Maybe a relative, a friend, a brother. Then all journalists and photojournalists begin to move “hi jeff! Hi”. But after a while here it appears. It’s 18 and a minute. With a 32 -teeth smile, with a relaxed and rested face, he emerges from the curtain put in place for the spouses, to the hotel pier, and before putting on taxi, greets everyone. Received, cheerful, with a perfectly wide open hand that greets, his dress is black, his shirt is white, his black fifì also that. Then he puts on the boat.

At 18.30 it is the turn of the guests. With the phlegm of those who can enjoy life, and with an impressed calmness, slowly rise from the refreshments tables and advance towards the pier. Here the taxis await them. Tread one, one, so as not to lose even one minute, the boats arrive one after the other. Queen Raina of Jordan comes out. She is the only one to slip into a boat with the glass completely obscured. Then Bill Gates. John Elkann and Lavinia Borromeo, Orlando Bloom, Dolce & Gabbana.

Then the taxi procession moves in front of the Gritti hotel, the Grand Canal is a whirlwind of boats that await, waiting, those who maneuver, those who play, the former marines equipped with patrol boats. The waves burn on the buildings and the sun at sunset illuminates everything. From here the Kardashian sisters come out. They greet the crowd, with the proud face of those who know they are resumed, one wears a black dress, the other a pink feathers dress. THEEonardo Di Caprio instead, a low face, a black cap in his head. The taxis are full of guests, the faces – some sad – of those who head towards the ceremony. The perfectly sketched shirts, the papillon in sight that with the heat almost seems to prevent breathing, the faces blushed by the sun, crossed by a few glass, the jaws swollen with well -being and health. At 19.30, after all the guests have arrived, the party begins.

We, we manage to position ourselves with a boat, in front of the pier. The ceremony is in front of us, in this white tent set up for the occasion. Suddenly a scream starts. Of an immense clamor. Bezos presents himself before the guests. “Yeah Bezos! Yeah!”. Then she comes and from there the melody is that of Imperfect souls Sing by Matteo Bocelli. “When I think of us it was destiny, that I would meet you here, without saying goodbye to us, to get here, beyond the oceans, I follow your heart, to find me at home”. And then that declaration of love of Elvis, “I Can’t Help Falling in Love – I can’t help but love you with you”. They are approximately 20.30, the sloppy of the waves moved by the continuous frenetic motion of boats, taxis, patrol boats, has left room for the quiet of the sea, with a sunset above our heads that colors the basilica of Santa Maria della Salute and Punta della DoganA, one of the most beautiful and enchanting points of Venice. The boats have thinned out. The guards are prevailing in front of the entrances.

Choirs start from the curtain, screams, shouts that celebrate the bridethe. Only the party remained.