Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a stylish red carpet debut at an event. While some online users have expressed happiness for the duo, others have posted comments riddled with lookalike theories and speculations.
Stealing the spotlight at the Venice International Film Festival, Hollywood couple Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon made a striking red carpet debut in Italy on September 1. Their appearance has prompted a wave of mixed reactions from netizens who have seen the online photos of the duo, with some comparing Ines to a certain someone from Brad’s past.
For the prestigious event, which they attended for the premiere of Brad’s new movie *Wolfs*, Ines and Brad went for a black-and-white theme. Ines wore a chic, white, one-shoulder bodycon dress. She matched it with metallic heels and elegant, dangling earrings.
Ines’ beau looked dashing in an all-black outfit, including a double-breasted tuxedo jacket, flared pants, and a black t-shirt.
Throughout the evening, Brad and Ines shared several romantic moments, embracing each other and exchanging affectionate glances.
At one point, the evening turned into a bit of a double date when Brad and Ines were joined by the famous couple George and Amal Clooney. George was also at the Venice Film Festival for the premiere of “Wolfs,” in which he co-stars with Brad.
Amal looked stunning in a ruffled, sleeveless, pastel-yellow gown, while George matched her elegance in a classic black tuxedo.
Brad also posed for solo photos with his co-stars Amy Ryan and Austin Abrams. Reports mention that Brad and his girlfriend, Ines, attended the Venice Film Festival just two days after Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, was seen at the event for the premiere of her new movie, *Maria*.
When photos of Brad Pitt and Ines de Ramon at the Venice Film Festival appeared online, social media users quickly shared their thoughts. Many were excited to see them together, praising Ines for her beauty and wishing the couple well.
One fan on Facebook wrote, “Good for him. He moved on. So should [you’s],” while another commented, “She is extremely beautiful.” Someone else wished Brad luck, saying, “Good Luck Brad Pitt. Hopefully she’s a Keeper.”
However, not everyone was positive. Some people criticized the relationship or questioned if it was just for publicity. One user wrote, “Shame on him,” and another asked, “Wonder if this is just for publicity?”
Additionally, some users compared Ines to famous women from Brad’s past. One person even noted, “She resembles [Meghan Markle].”
One Facebook user commented, “This young woman is not as pretty as Jennifer Aniston. I hope he learned something after his past relationships, but men usually don’t. Good luck to his new girlfriend. The only good thing is that he is older.”
Adding to the comparisons, one observer wrote, “LMAO can see Angelina’s face.” Another commented, “Jolie is much more attractive,” and someone else added, “She isn’t Jolie.”
While some people may be disappointed that Ines doesn’t look like Brad’s ex-wife, Angelina Jolie, it’s clear that Brad is very happy with her. According to a source, the couple had a wonderful summer before the Venice Film Festival.
The source mentioned that Brad has been working in Europe, which allowed them to spend a lot of time together there. The source said, “Brad is serious about Ines. He’s really happy and enjoys being with her. She’s easygoing, and everyone likes her.”
Brad and Ines first became linked in November 2022 when they were seen at a Bono concert. Soon after, they were also spotted at the premiere and afterparty for Brad’s movie “Babylon” in Los Angeles.
By July 2023, a source close to Brad and Ines said their relationship was still “going very strong.” The same source shared how much they enjoy being together.
In February 2024, another source revealed that Ines had moved into Brad’s home, although she still has her own place.
In July, Brad and Ines were seen at the British Grand Prix in Northampton, England. Before that, in May, they were spotted taking a peaceful morning walk on the beach in Santa Barbara, which got a lot of attention online.
The couple looked relaxed and comfortable at the event, dressing casually for the occasion. Some people online noticed that Ines seemed to have features similar to Brad’s famous exes, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston.
One person commented, “I can’t help but see a mix of both his ex-wives in her. It’s like combining Angelina and Jennifer into one.”
Another said, “She looks like a younger Angelina.” However, opinions varied. One Facebook user mentioned, “She doesn’t look like Angelina at all. She’s missing the cheekbones.”
While some focused on her resemblance to Brad’s exes, others praised Ines for her own unique beauty and the couple’s strong connection. “She looks beautiful just as herself. No need to compare her to Angie,” said a supportive comment on Facebook.
Fans have been discussing the deeper side of Brad and Ines’ relationship, appreciating how genuine Ines is. Some people commented, “Now he has someone who stands up for him,” and “Ines is the real deal. She’s not after money or fame. They seem to have a lot in common. I hope it works out!”
When they were spotted at the beach, they both wore white outfits, which added a touch of elegance to their casual stroll. Brad wore a white t-shirt with a loosely buttoned polo shirt and cream pants that suited the beach setting. He also had on orange sunglasses and was holding a drink, indicating a relaxed day.
Ines complemented Brad’s style with her own white flowy sundress that had a thigh-high slit. She finished her look with a sleeveless green puffer jacket and white sneakers.
This backdrop of personal changes for Ines mirrors Brad’s ongoing divorce saga, emphasizing how both are dealing with breakups in the public eye.
We Took in a Homeless Man for the Winter — The Package He Left Before Leaving Broke Us
A freezing night and a simple act of kindness brought a homeless man named Jeff into Ellie’s home and her life. But as their bond grew, an unexpected discovery unraveled secrets from the past.
For months, I saw him sitting near the bench by the bus stop outside my office. He always had that same small, battered kit, fixing shoes like it was his job. His clothes were clean but shabby, and his hands were rough, though they moved with such care.
A homeless man | Source: Freepik
I couldn’t help but notice him. Something about the way he carried himself struck me. He never begged or even looked like he wanted anything from anyone. I started saying hello when I passed by. He’d smile politely, nod, and go back to his work.
One day, on a whim, I handed him a shoe with a broken heel. “Do you think you can fix this?” I asked, unsure why I even stopped.
A woman with her shoes off | Source: Freepik
He looked up at me, his eyes warm but tired. “Sure thing,” he said, holding it up to inspect. “Should take me about twenty minutes.”
I sat nearby, watching him. He was quiet but focused, like fixing that shoe was the most important thing in the world. When he handed it back, it was as good as new.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
A young businesswoman talking to a homeless man | Source: Midjourney
“Jeff,” he said simply, tucking his tools back into the kit.
One night, just before Christmas, the air was freezing. I pulled my coat tighter as I walked to my car, but something made me stop. Through the window of a café about to close, I saw Jeff. He was sitting alone at a table, his head down, clutching a small package wrapped in brown paper.
A homeless man looking down | Source: Freepik
I stepped inside, the warmth hitting me immediately. “Jeff,” I said softly, walking over to him. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
He looked up, startled at first, then relaxed when he saw me. “Shelter’s full tonight,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But don’t worry, I’ll manage.”
I frowned. “It’s freezing out there. You can’t stay out in this.”
A serious woman outside in the snow | Source: Freepik
He shrugged. “It’s not the first cold night I’ve had.”
The thought of him out there in that weather made my chest tighten. “Come home with me,” I blurted.
He blinked. “What?”
“I mean it,” I said, more firmly this time. “We have a basement. It’s not fancy, but it’s warm, and there’s a bed. You can stay there for the night.”
A woman talking to a homeless man | Source: Midjourney
Jeff shook his head. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I interrupted. “Please. I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re out here.”
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “You’re too kind, you know that?” he said finally, his voice soft.
I smiled. “Come on.”
A smiling woman outside in winter | Source: Freepik
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of laughter. I found Jeff in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while my kids sat at the table, grinning ear to ear.
“Mom, Jeff’s so funny!” my youngest said, her face sticky with syrup.
Jeff glanced over and smiled sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind. Thought I’d make myself useful.”
I shook my head, smiling back. “Not at all.”
Freshly baked pancakes | Source: Pexels
Later that day, I went down to the basement to check on him. Everything that had been broken, an old lamp, a wobbly chair, even a leaky faucet, was fixed. He’d polished all our shoes too.
That evening, I brought it up to my husband. “What if we let him stay for the winter?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“He’s kind, he’s helpful, and…” I paused. “I don’t know. It just feels right.”
A couple talking | Source: Freepik
After a long silence, my husband nodded. “Okay. But just for the winter.”
When I told Jeff, he looked stunned. “I can’t impose like that,” he said.
“It’s not imposing,” I assured him. “We’d like to have you here.”
For the next few weeks, Jeff became part of the family. The kids adored him, and he was always finding ways to help around the house. It felt like he belonged with us, though I couldn’t explain why.
A man washing the dishes | Source: Pexels
One evening, we were sitting in the living room, chatting about old times. I pulled out a photo of my parents to show him.
“This is my mom and dad,” I said, handing him the picture.
Jeff froze, his face going pale. His hands trembled as he stared at the photo. “Your mom…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.
An elderly man looking at a photo | Source: Pexels
But he didn’t answer. He just stood up abruptly and left the room.
The next morning, he was gone. All that was left was his package, carefully placed on the pillow in the basement.
It was the same brown paper package Jeff always carried, the one he never let out of his sight. Now it was here, deliberately left behind. I stared at it for a long moment before slowly peeling back the paper.
A brown package | Source: Pexels
Inside was a photograph and a folded letter.
I picked up the photo first. My breath caught in my throat. It was Jeff—much younger, his face free of the wear and sadness I’d come to recognize. He was smiling, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. On the back, in neat handwriting, were the words: “Jeff and Ellie, 1986.”
I stared at the name. My name.
A happy man with his daughter | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I unfolded the letter. The words blurred as tears filled my eyes, but I forced myself to keep reading.
Jeff wrote about his life, his mistakes, and the love he lost. He explained how he’d met my mother when they were young and deeply in love. But life hadn’t been perfect. He admitted he’d cheated, a mistake he regretted every single day. When my mother found out, she left him, cutting him out of her life completely.
A senior man writing | Source: Freepik
“I tried to see you,” he wrote. “I begged her to let me stay in your life, but she wouldn’t hear it. She moved away, and I had no way to find you. I lost everything—my family, my career, my home. I never forgave myself for failing you. When I saw your mother’s photo, I knew immediately who you were. But I was too ashamed to tell you. I didn’t deserve you, Ellie. I still don’t.”
The letter ended with: “I love you, my little Ellie, more than I can ever say. I hope you can forgive me someday.”
An elderly man writing | Source: Freepik
I sat there, stunned, clutching the photo and letter. How could this be true? My father, the man I believed had abandoned us, was Jeff?
My shock quickly turned into anger. I grabbed my phone and called my mom. She answered on the second ring.
“Ellie?” she said, her voice bright.
An elderly woman on her phone | Source: Pexels
“How could you?” I snapped.
She paused. “What are you talking about?”
“Jeff. I know everything. I know who he is. Why didn’t you tell me?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, then a shaky breath. “Ellie… it’s complicated.”
An angry woman on her phone | Source: Freepik
“Complicated?” I shot back. “You told me he left us. You said he didn’t want to be part of our lives. But that’s not true, is it?”
Through tears, she admitted the truth. She’d been hurt, angry, and unwilling to forgive him. She thought it would be easier to raise me without him, so she cut him out completely.
“I thought I was protecting you,” she said. “I never thought you’d find him. I’m so sorry.”
A sad elderly woman on her phone | Source: Freepik
I hung up, overwhelmed. Everything I thought I knew about my life had been a lie.
For weeks, I searched for Jeff. I went to the spots I’d seen him before, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. Each day I came home disappointed.
Then, one afternoon, I saw him. He was sitting on a bench near my workplace, staring into the distance. He looked smaller, sadder.
A sad homeless man | Source: Freepik
“Jeff,” I called softly.
He looked up, and his eyes filled with recognition and something else—regret. “Ellie,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving. I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to face you after you found out.”
I walked closer, my chest tight with emotion. “You should’ve stayed,” I said. “You’re my father. I needed to talk to you, to understand everything.”
A young woman talking to an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
His shoulders slumped. “I didn’t think I deserved that.”
I sat down beside him. “Maybe not. But you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
He looked at me, his eyes glistening with tears. “Do you think… you can forgive me?”
I leaned in and hugged him tightly, the tears finally spilling over. “I already have, Dad.”
A crying elderly man | Source: Pexels
From that moment on, everything changed. Jeff came back into my life, not just as a father but as part of the family. My kids adored him—they called him Grandpa Jeff, and he loved every second of it.
He wasn’t perfect. We had years of pain and misunderstanding to work through, but he tried every day to make up for the time we’d lost. His kindness, his humor, and his quiet strength became a foundation for our family.
Grandfather and his grandson | Source: Pexels
Looking back, I realized how much I almost lost by holding on to anger and pain. Forgiving Jeff didn’t just heal him, it healed me, too.
Sometimes, second chances aren’t about what we deserve. They’re about what we’re willing to fight for.
And we fought for each other. Every day, we fought to rebuild what we’d lost.
A hopeful woman | Source: Freepik
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