Wedding crasher
It started innocently with a pair of Christian Dior sunglasses in the window of a Madison Avenue boutique. I pulled out my credit card. Two weeks later, my fiance, Peter, and I lazed on a North Carolina beach. Everything was wonderful, except the Diors didn’t fit; my eyelashes kept hitting the right lens. Otherwise, the trip was fabulous, especially at night, when I didn’t need the glasses. On the drive back, my right eye began to itch....