Wedding Woes and Chuppah Horrors
It was a hot and sunny June afternoon, just hours before Julie Davine’s meticulously planned 1991 wedding at the Hotel Sofitel. The huppah stood festooned in tulle with pink and white roses for the evening ceremony. Upstairs, the tuxedoed and gowned wedding party posed for photographs on the balcony of the penthouse bridal suite. Suddenly, Julie said, she saw a cloud of black smoke. “I said, ‘What’s that smoke?’ But everyone said I was being neurotic, so I dismissed it.”