Star Wars creator George Lucas is a married man after exchanging vows with his longtime girlfriend. The movie mogul wed Mellody Hobson in front of family and friends, including fellow filmmaker Ron Howard, over the weekend (22-23Jun13).
Howard took to his Twitter.com page on Sunday (23Jun13) to gush about the nuptials, declaring, "George Lucas Melody (sic) Hobson wedding was joy (sic) to behold Bill Moyers service was beautiful, nothing short of profound. Congrats (sic) Mr & Mrs Lucas."
Star Wars actor Samuel L. Jackson also tweeted, "Let's give a Galactic shout out to Master George Lucas & his bride Melodie (sic) on this their wedding day!! Congrats (sic)!!!!!!"
Further details about the ceremony were not available as WENN went to press, but back in April (13) multiple reports suggested the couple would be exchanging vows at the Peninsula Hotel in Chicago, Illinois.
The newlyweds became engaged in January (13) and the wedding is Lucas' second - he was previously married to film editor Marcia Lou Griffin.
The movie mogul, 68, has been dating the 43-year-old businesswoman, who is the president of Ariel Investments, since 2006.
Hobson has never been married before, while Lucas was wed to Marcia Lucas from 1969 to 1983.
The director/producer has had an eventful past few months - he sold his production company LucasFilm to Disney for a whopping $4.05 billion, then donated the bulk of the money to an education fund.
The mogul and his fiancee rang in 2013 at Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich's star-studded party on a super yacht in St. Barts.
Cue the "Cantina Band" song! Filmmaking legend George Lucas has proposed to his girlfriend of seven years Mellody Hobson — and of course she said yes. That’s right, Star Wars fans, HuffPost Celebrity reports that your fearless leader is now engaged to a successful and stunning businesswoman.
This will not be Lucas’ first walk down aisle. The 68-year-old director was previously married to Marcia Lucas before their split in 1983. This will be Hobson’s first marriage.
The 43-year-old Hobson is president of Ariel Investments LLC, a large Chicago-based investment management firm said to be worth $3 billion. She could probably buy the Death Star, a dozen Jedi Starfighters and still have change over for a couple hundred battle droids! Woah sorry, our inner geek was showing there for a second.
No news on how Lucas popped the question, but fingers crossed there were Ewoks involved. One thing we know for sure: the force is strong with this couple.
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