For both Jaclyn Smith, 32, and actor Dennis Cole, 38, it was a second marriage and the culmination of a 19-month courtship. Dennis' son Joey, 17, was best man and Jaclyn's close friend Jill Krask served as matron of honor. At the end of the service, bride and groom exchanged unaffected "I love you"s, and the misty-eyed wedding party burst into applause. "Everything about the wedding was old-fashioned because she is," said Jill. "Something old was an antique cross Jackie wore around her neck, something new was her dress, something borrowed was a pair of stockings from me and something blue was her eyeshadow."
Then, after toasts and absolutely no indecorous harum-zarem, the newly-weds limoed back to the St. Regis Hotel for a three-day honeymoon before Cole moves—for the first time—into her Coldwater Canyon home. "Without Dennis," cooed Jaclyn (who will neither change nor hyphenate her surname), "my life would not have been complete. And now it is."
At Holly's Harp, the exclusive Coast couturier, seamstresses cut the cream silk chiffon for the wedding dress in total secrecy. At the same time, Tiffany's dispatched its most discreet courier to L.A. to fit the rings—intricately carved bands of flowers in white gold. Invitations to the select 25 guests were by telephone only; accommodations were spread out among several Manhattan hotels (under fake names); and Central Park's Tavern-on-the-Green, the site of the reception, was expecting just another happy couple. "When they walked through the door," says a Tavern official, "it was absolute shock." By then, in a simple seven-minute ceremony at Norman Vincent Peale's Marble Collegiate Church, the bride promised to "love, honor and obey," and Hollywood's most eligible bachelor girl had become the last of Charlie's Angels to fall.