I Left, Mr. Farley Begged Me to Come Back

The Farley family had a rule: any prospective bride had to start from the bottom. Every month, the prospective bride was expected to serve dishes and wait on guests at the family dinner, to "learn what hardship felt like."

I endured this for five years, my hands were burned countless times, I was splashed with wine by guests, and I was even forced to kneel on the ground to pick up broken glass.

Today, Clark Farley's childhood love, the woman of his dreams, returned from abroad. The real princess of high society. Old money, polished manners, the whole package.