Chaz Bono Marries Shara Blue Mathes in Glamorous Hollywood Ceremony

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Chaz Bono Marries Shara Blue Mathes in Glamorous Hollywood Ceremony

Chaz Bono has officially entered a new chapter of his life, marrying longtime love Shara Blue Mathes in a glamorous Hollywood ceremony that brought together romance, family and a remarkable love story spanning more than four decades.

The couple exchanged vows on March 8, 2026, at the historic Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel in Los Angeles. The celebration carried an unmistakable Old Hollywood atmosphere, with a “Hollywood Glam Formal” dress code, elegant floral arrangements and a guest list that included one particularly meaningful attendee: Chaz's mother, music legend Cher. ([People.com][1])

For Chaz and Shara, however, the wedding represented much more than a glamorous Hollywood occasion. Their relationship is the culmination of a story that began when they were teenagers, long before either could have imagined that decades later they would return to each other's lives and eventually walk down the aisle together.

## A Love Story More Than 40 Years in the Making

Perhaps the most extraordinary part of Chaz and Shara's wedding story is that their relationship did not begin in 2017, when they became a couple.

Their story actually goes back more than 40 years.

The pair first met as teenagers while attending the Lee Strasberg Theatre & Film Institute in New York City. Chaz has recalled that Shara was the first girl he ever kissed. Life subsequently took them in different directions, and they spent decades apart before reconnecting as adults. ([People.com][1])

Eventually, their paths crossed again.

In January 2017, Chaz and Shara reconnected and began their romantic relationship. What might have been a nostalgic reunion developed into a lasting partnership that continued for nearly a decade before their wedding day. ([zola.com][2])

Reflecting on their unusual journey, Chaz told PEOPLE that it was remarkable to end up marrying the first girl he had kissed so many years earlier. He has also described Shara as his partner, best friend and the love of his life. ([Us Weekly][3])

Their story is the kind of romance that feels almost tailor-made for a movie: two teenagers meet, life separates them, and decades later they find their way back to one another.

## Hollywood Glamour at the Roosevelt

The couple selected one of Los Angeles' most recognizable historic hotels for their special day.

The Hollywood Roosevelt, located in the heart of Hollywood, provided a fitting backdrop for a wedding that embraced classic Hollywood style while remaining deeply personal.

The couple's wedding website identified the dress code as **“Hollywood Glam Formal,”** signaling the elegant atmosphere they wanted for the occasion. ([zola.com][2])

The ceremony reportedly featured a dramatic black aisle, red candles and moody floral arrangements, creating a sophisticated and romantic setting. Red roses and purple flowers added rich color to the surroundings. ([People.com][1])

Rather than choosing a minimalist or casual celebration, Chaz and Shara leaned into the glamour associated with Los Angeles and the history of the venue.

It was an appropriate setting for a couple whose story began in the performing arts and whose lives have remained connected to the entertainment world.

## Chaz Bono's Classic Wedding Look

For his wedding, Chaz opted for a timeless formal look.

He wore a classic black tuxedo paired with a black bow tie, maintaining the traditional elegance of the occasion. A purple calla lily boutonnière added a subtle personal touch to his attire. ([TMZ][4])

Shara chose a striking white gown featuring long lace sleeves. Her bouquet incorporated vibrant purple flowers, complementing the purple accent worn by Chaz.

The combination created a cohesive visual style without becoming overly elaborate.

The wedding photographs released after the ceremony captured the couple looking happy and relaxed as they celebrated their long-awaited marriage.

For fans who have followed their relationship, the images offered a glimpse into a deeply personal milestone.

## Cher Was There to Celebrate Her Son

One of the most talked-about details of the ceremony was Cher's presence.

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