botanical allowing her father, dying of cancer, to walk her down the aisle. next, a lavish blessing ceremony in italy s coast. mark threw in a dozen guests from the states. mark topped it all off by renting chicago s field museum and inviting 0.1 guests for another formal reception there. those were the memories that kept running through michelle s mind as she and her mother waited for mark to return. when the sun set that night and mark had not returned as the captain had promised, michelle knew something was horribly wrong. but what? there were no reports of an accident involving mark, no signs of foul play, no ransom notes, only questions. was there a note of any kind? nothing. no message, nothing? i went through the boat like a crazy person tearing everything up looking for something. the only two things i found was a thousand euros and my passport
i would rather not have a big fabulous present and have you lay with me by the pool and not be sneaking around. what did he say. he said, you never want to trust me about surprises. you need to trust me, this is going to be huge. if michelle knew anything about her husband, he was a born romantic that went all out for special occasions. it had only been five years since fate brought mark weinberger into her life changing it in ways unimaginable at the time. it all began with a ladies night out at a chicago bar. i saw him at a bar out with a friend who had recently gotten divorced. we just started talking and we hit it off. i thought he was really intriguing. she was michelle cramer back then a college student from a blue college family still living
he professed his love in a poem. he swept me off my feet. you had an unbelievable life. it really was, yeah. it was so romantic when i first met him and it was awesome. things just got like ex responsible eveningsly more outrageous as time went on. outrageously good? outrageously good. for instance, instead of simply popping the question to michelle, mark threw her to rome. he had a driver bring her to meet him at the piazza, and once there mark dropped to one knee and presented her with an enormous ring while a group of minstrels he hired serenaded. i was crying and everybody else was clapping. it was a beautiful moment. their wedding in 2001 was a three act extravaganza, first a small wedding in chicago s
a note of explanation. november 1st was our three-year anniversary and a bit of a turning point for me. but prior to that i still believed wholeheartedly that he was going to send for me. and if he sent for me, i would have went with him. really? i would have, yes. and that day came and went with no phone call, no letter, nothing. and that made me realize that i needed to take care of myself and try to get back on my own two feet. mark was still alive. she knew that because, even though she hadn t heard from him since that brief phone call in greece, credit card statements were still coming in to their home in chicago.
chicago s botanic garden held solely for the purpose of allowing michelle s father, who was dying of cancer, to walk her down the aisle. next, there was a lavish blessing ceremony in a 12th century villa on italy s coast. mark flew in a dozen gifts from the states. then mark topped it all off by renting chicago s field museum and inviting 110 guests for another formal reception there. those were the memories that kept running through michelle s mind as she and her mother waited for mark to return. but when the sun set that night and mark had not returned, as the captain had promised, michelle knew something was horribly wrong. but what? there were no reports of an accident involving mark, no signs of foul play, no ransom notes. only questions. was there a note of any kind? nothing. no message, nothing. i went through the boat like a crazy person just tearing everything up looking for something.