AS CUNNING AS CATWOMAN, THAT MICHELLE Pfeiffer. A month ago she said she would “never get married just for the sake of it.” And right up until the day before she tied the knot, guests who gathered at a hotel in Santa Barbara thought they were simply attending the christening of Pfeiffer’s 8-month-old adopted daughter, Claudia Rose. Then the 70 or so friends and relatives of Pfeiffer, 35, and David Kelley, 37, the producer she has been seeing for the past year, were all given maps to a lavish Mediterranean-style house belonging to Pfeiffer’s friend, developer Bobby Webb. There they found a 10-man security learn definitely not left over from The Age of Innocence. “The guards were riding around in a bulletproof Cadillac shining a 100,000 megawatt spotlight,” marvels one of the valet parkers. “It was bizarre.”
But in the lush garden where the Nov. 13 ceremony took place, it was all love, not war. Under a while canopy, Pfeiffer, who was previously married for nine years to thirty-something’s Peter Horton, and Kelley, creator of the Emmy-winning CBS series Picket Fences, exchanged vows before a gathering that included Pfeiffer’s younger sisters, Lori and Deedee, and older brother, Rick, but virtually nobody famous. The bride—who was escorted by her father, Dick, a heating contractor, while her mother, Donna, looked on—wore a dress of antique ivory lace and a floor-length veil held in place by silk roses. “She looked like a little girl,” says one guest. “She looked innocent—and very nervous.” Happy too—especially afterward, when she and her husband held their daughter, who, sporting a crown of tiny pink roses, was christened Claudia Rose Kelley. “This was a unique combination christening and wedding,” says Dr. Gordon C. Hess, the Presbyterian minister who presided.
Later everyone supped on crab and game hen before the couple sliced the four-tier cake. But after the last guest had departed and the orchestra had put away their instruments, David and Michelle couldn’t relinquish the evening. “They were dancing together with no music, just looking at each other,” says caterer Adam Martin. “It was very romantic.”