Royal fashion choices always get people talking, and Meghan Markle’s outfit at a recent charity event has caused quite a stir. While many praised her for being bold and stylish, some thought her choice was a bit too daring. What most people don’t realize is that this moment ties her to Princess Catherine in a surprising way.
Meghan turned heads at a children’s charity gala, wearing a bright red dress that was hard to miss. The dress had thin straps and a deep neckline, perfectly fitting her body and showing off her elegant sense of style.
The former “Suits” actress paired her gown with red open-toe heels, perfectly matching her outfit. She kept her makeup simple, focusing on her natural glow, and styled her hair in loose waves.
Though Meghan looked elegant, her dress stirred up debate online. Several people criticized her outfit, especially since it was worn to an event for children.
One commenter wrote, “If I sponsored this event, I would have escorted her out. This is a children’s event. How inappropriate!”
Another added, “Did she come straight from the beach?” echoing the idea that the dress didn’t fit the occasion. Some thought her outfit wasn’t appropriate for a charity gala.
One user simply wrote, “To a children’s gala? Very revealing. Not appropriate.” Others continued criticizing the choice, with someone else commenting, “Nothing right about that! For a children’s event? I don’t think so. That dress was bad the first time too!”
Despite the criticism, Meghan’s red dress shares something surprising with a white gown worn by Princess Catherine. While both dresses were for very different events, they became major talking points in the world of royal fashion.
Princess Catherine, 42, known for her sustainable fashion, made headlines when she re-wore her white Alexander McQueen gown at the 2023 BAFTA Awards. The first time she wore the gown was back in 2019, also at the BAFTAs.
The gown, made of white silk chiffon, had a one-shoulder design with flowing fabric, making Catherine look like a goddess as she walked the red carpet with Prince William.
In 2019, the gown had floral decorations on the shoulder, and she paired it with a white clutch and silver heels. It was praised for its elegance and even inspired bridal fashion ideas.
When Catherine wore the gown again in 2023, she made a few changes. She removed the floral details and added a sleek fabric pinned to the shoulder, giving the dress a fresh and modern look.
To complete her updated look, Catherine wore bold black gloves and gold heels. She also paired the gown with large, floral earrings from Zara, showing how she mixes high fashion with affordable items.
Her decision to wear the same dress twice reflects her commitment to sustainability, as she’s known for re-wearing outfits at public events. This approach not only shows her care for the environment but also proves the timeless beauty of the dress.
Meghan Markle also follows this eco-friendly trend. At the recent Children’s Hospital Gala in 2024, Meghan re-wore the red Carolina Herrera gown she had worn in 2021.
The Duchess first wore this gown at the Salute to Freedom Gala in New York. The dress had a deep plunging neckline and a high front slit, making it a bold choice for both occasions. In 2021, the gown had a long train, paired with red heels, and she and Harry wore poppies to honor veterans.
At the 2024 gala, Meghan’s look was slightly different—this time, the dramatic train was gone, making her appearance simpler but still stylish. She wore red strappy heels and smiled warmly as she posed for photos on the red carpet.
During the event, Meghan interacted with children, their families, and the hospital staff. She was seen chatting with patients and nurses, taking photos, and showing her support.
Though Meghan’s dress sparked criticism, many fans praised her look. One fan said, “She looks stunning. The dress is gorgeous.”
Another admirer commented, “She looks beautiful,” while yet another added, “Absolutely gorgeous!” Others shared their love for her, with one saying, “She’s gorgeous, I love her.”
By re-wearing her Carolina Herrera gown, Meghan not only made a fashion statement but also demonstrated her commitment to sustainability, similar to Princess Catherine’s approach to royal fashion.
My granddaughter evicted me for getting married at 80 – Unable to tolerate the disrespect, I decided to teach her a lesson
When my granddaughter threw me out after I got married at 80, I decided I couldn’t condone the disrespect. With my new husband, Harold, we devised a daring plan to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget, leading to a confrontation that would change our family forever.
I never thought I’d be telling this story, but here we are. My name is Margaret, and I turned 80 last spring. I lived in a cozy room in my granddaughter Ashley’s house. It was small, but I made it my own — filled it with memories and mementos from my past life.
“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley said one bright Saturday, barging into my room without knocking. She never knocked.
“Morning, dear,” I replied, folding my quilt. “What’s the rush?”
“We’re heading out to the park with the kids. Need anything?
“No, I’m fine. Go enjoy your day.”
She left in a hurry, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t complain much — after all, I had sold my house to pay for her college. Her parents died in a car crash when she was just 15.
I took her in and did my best to give her a good life. Now she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children. Their home was spacious, lively, and often noisy.
Life took an interesting turn at the community center a few months back. I met Harold. He was charming, with a camera slung around his neck. We started talking, and before I knew it, I was looking forward to our meetings. It was like a second chance at love.
One afternoon, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen later that evening, pouring over some recipe book.
“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I began.
She glanced up, “What’s up, Grandma?”
“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… well, he proposed.”
She stared at me, eyebrows raised. “Proposed? As in marriage?”
“Yes,” I said, unable to hide my smile. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Her reaction wasn’t what I expected. “Grandma, you’re 80. You’re too old for a wedding dress and all that. And Harold can’t move in here.”
I was taken aback. “Why not? We have plenty of space.”
“This is our home. We need our privacy.”
I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t listen. The next morning, she packed my belongings and set them by the door.
“Ashley, what are you doing?” I asked, tears welling up.
“You need to go, Grandma. Find somewhere else to live. Maybe Harold can take you in.”
I couldn’t believe it. After everything I had done for her — raising her, selling my house — she was kicking me out. I felt so betrayed as I stood there, looking at the boxes of my life packed up like unwanted clutter.
I didn’t have many options, so I called Harold. When I told him what happened, he was furious.
“She did what?” he shouted. “Margaret, get your things together, I’m coming to fetch you right now. You’re coming to stay with me.”
I hesitated. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not a burden. You’re my future wife, and we’re in this together.”
With no other choice, I loaded my things into Harold’s car. As we drove away, I looked back at Ashley’s house, my heart heavy with disappointment.
At Harold’s, things felt different. He welcomed me with open arms, making me feel at home. We spent our days planning our future, but the hurt from Ashley’s betrayal lingered.
“We’ll teach her a lesson,” Harold said one evening, determination in his eyes. “She needs to understand respect.”
I didn’t know how we’d do it, but I trusted Harold. He had a way of making everything seem possible.
“Alright,” I agreed. “Let’s show her what we’re made of.”
And so, the plan began.
Harold and I spent countless evenings planning our next move. Harold, being a renowned photographer, had an idea to reach Ashley through her passion. She loved photography, and the annual local photographer’s gathering was something she wouldn’t miss for the world.
“Margaret,” Harold said one night, “I’ve got a ticket for the gathering. Ashley won’t be able to resist — I’ll courier the ticket to her, anonymously.
I nodded, feeling excited. “Let’s do it.”
Before the gathering, Harold and I got married in a small, intimate ceremony.
Harold insisted on taking photographs. He captured my happiness and the glow of a second chance at love. The photos were breathtaking, showing the joy in my eyes and the love between us.
The day of the photography event arrived, and Ashley, as predicted, attended. She didn’t know we were behind her invitation. Harold and I stood backstage, waiting for our moment. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but we were determined to see it through.
The host called Harold on stage to present his award-winning photographs. As Harold walked out, the room buzzed with admiration. Then, the portraits of me in my wedding dress appeared on the big screen.
Gasps filled the room as the audience saw the radiant joy on my face. The images were stunning, capturing not just the beauty of the moment, but the depth of emotion behind it.
Harold stated: “I found love at 79, proving age is just a number. Margaret, my beautiful wife, has a youthful spirit and a heart full of love.”
I could see Ashley in the front row, her face turning red with embarrassment. Harold handed me the microphone, and I stepped forward, my heart pounding.
“Good evening,” I started. “I want to tell you about sacrifices and love. When my granddaughter, Ashley’s, parents died, I sold my house to pay for her education. I raised her as my own. But recently, she forgot that love and respect.”
The audience was silent, their attention on me. “Ashley,” I continued, looking directly at her, “I still love you despite the hurt. But you needed to learn the value of respect.”
Ashley’s eyes filled with tears. She looked down, clearly feeling the weight of her actions.
Harold then spoke again, “Margaret and I decided to share our story to show that love and respect know no age. Family should be about support and understanding.”
The audience burst into applause, admiration evident in throughout the hall. After the event, Ashley approached us, tears streaming down her face.
“Grandma, Harold,” she began, her voice shaking, “I’m so sorry. I was wrong and disrespectful. Can you ever forgive me?”
Harold and I shared a glance before I pulled Ashley into a hug. “Of course, dear. We love you. We just needed you to understand.”
She invited us to a family dinner, promising to support my happiness and never take me for granted again. We accepted, hopeful for a new beginning.
That evening, we joined Ashley and her family. The atmosphere was warm, filled with genuine attempts to rebuild our relationships. Laughter and conversation flowed easily, and for the first time in a long while, I felt truly at peace.
During dinner, Ashley turned to me. “Grandma, I didn’t realize how much I hurt you. I was selfish and ungrateful.”
“It’s okay, Ashley,” I said, placing my hand on hers. “What’s important is that we move forward together.”
Brian, Ashley’s husband, who had been mostly silent, chimed in: “We’re glad you’re happy, Margaret. Harold, you seem like a good man. We’re lucky to have you both in our lives.”
Harold smiled. “Thank you, Brian. We’re happy to be here.”
The children, sensing the positive change, started showing us their latest drawings and school projects. It was a joyous sight, a family coming together again. The warmth in the room was palpable, and I felt a renewed sense of belonging.
As the evening progressed, Harold shared more stories about our adventures and how we met. Ashley listened intently, occasionally wiping away tears. It was clear she was genuinely remorseful and wanted to make amends.
After dinner, as we sipped tea in the living room, Ashley turned to me again. “Grandma, I want you to move back in with us. We have plenty of space, and I promise things will be different.”
I looked at Harold, who nodded in agreement. “We appreciate the offer, Ashley, but Harold and I have our own place now. We’ll visit often, though.”
Ashley smiled, a bit sad but understanding. “I get it. I just want you to be happy.”
“I am happy,” I assured her. “And so are you. That’s all that matters.”
As we left that night, the moon casting a gentle glow over everything, I reflected on the importance of self-love and standing up for oneself. Life’s unexpected joys often come when we least expect them.
And as I looked around the table, I felt grateful for the second chance at happiness and the family that, despite everything, remained dear to my heart.
Harold and I drove home in silence, both lost in our thoughts. When we finally arrived, he took my hand and said, “We did it, Margaret. We really did it.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and relief. “Yes, we did. And it’s just the beginning.”
Harold kissed my hand, and we walked into our home, ready for whatever the future held. Our love and determination had taught Ashley a valuable lesson, and in turn, brought us all closer. It was a new chapter, filled with hope and endless possibilities.
What would you have done?
Leave a Reply