In Venice, billionaires party while the world burns

Jeff Bezos’s first wedding, back in 1993, was at the Breakers hotel in Palm Beach. Jeff and his first wife, MacKenzie Tuttle, were gawky and adorable. He was skinny, losing his hair, with glasses, a goofy grin and a honking laugh. She had a scruffy, lopsided pixie cut and slightly wonky teeth. The couple met at work a year or so earlier, when he interviewed her for a job as a research assistant. She was attracted to his laugh and asked him out for lunch. Three months later they were engaged. Three months after that, they were setting up an adult-size play area with huge water balloons for their wedding guests and ending the event with a late-night pool party. Amazon was just a twinkle in his eye – a twinkle that his bride believed in so much she drove from New York to Seattle while he worked on the business plan.