"Are you a bride? Do we have a bride here?" asks the saleswoman, practically foaming at the mouth. No, we do not have a bride here. What we have is a dyspeptic press person who is spending the afternoon shoving free hors d'oeuvres in her mouth and meandering around aimlessly at the Wedding Salon, a show of 200 or so vendors flogging everything from dark-chocolate ganaches topped with fresh-dried edible rose petals to personal assistants who'll sell the gifts... More >>>