It’s hard to believe that Prince William and Kate Middleton have been married for more than a decade. The couple’s royal wedding was naturally grand, and years later, William got to see his brother, Prince Harry, tie the knot with Meghan Markle.
The two siblings were once the greatest of friends, but we all know things have soured in recent years. It’s even said that Harry and Meghan’s marriage caused a lot of friction between the former and the future king.
The wedding of Harry and Meghan was unique for many reasons. Firstly, there was the fact that it was a former TV star from the US who was set to join the Royal Family. And remember how King Charles (then Prince Charles) walked Meghan down the aisle? It was a day to remember, that much is sure.
And yet for Prince William it reportedly wasn’t a day filled only with joy. A new bombshell claim reveals he was concerned over Meghan’s wedding attire, relating to Princess Diana.
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At that point, neither William, Kate, nor Prince Harry knew what the future would hold, or who Harry would meet just a few years later.
Harry met Meghan Markle for a blind date in 2016, and it didn’t take long before she was introduced to his family. The fact that Meghan and Kate Middleton didn’t have the best relationship has been well-documented. It’s also been claimed that Prince William and the Duchess had issues forming a good relationship, though they’re said to have gotten along well in the beginning.
In their book Finding Freedom, authors Omid Scobie and Carolyn Durand revealed many things about William and Meghan’s relationship.
Scobie and Durand claimed that before William and Meghan’s first meeting, the Suits star was “self-aware enough” to understand that both the future king and his brother were “wary of women who were more interested in their titles than their well-being.”
Therefore, Meghan pictured her first meeting with William as being a “grilling.” However, that’s not how it turned out.
“William first said to her, ‘I was looking forward to meeting the girl who has put that silly grin on my brother’s face,’” the authors wrote.
William could see that his brother had found the one. Sadly, Meghan was subjected to harsh treatment and harassment from the press, forcing Harry to release a statement in November 2016 —less than a year after they had begun dating— outlining in no uncertain terms that it was unacceptable.
“Take as much time as you need to get to know this girl”
At the time, Prince William supported his brother and Meghan, releasing his own statement shortly after. Yet while the future king showed public support for Harry and Meghan, he simultaneously “privately voiced concerns,” according to Scobie and Durand.
He was said to be worried that Harry’s relationship with Meghan was developing too fast. The authors wrote that William even discussed this with his brother, telling him: “Don’t fell you need to rush this” and, “Take as much time as you need to get to know this girl.”
Scobie and Durand continued by saying that Harry was “pissed off” that William even asked him to take it slow, while the phrase “the girl” bothered him.
Harry had little time to get Meghan up to speed with how things worked in the royal sphere. For example, the Suits actress didn’t know how to curtsy to Queen Elizabeth II in private, and even though the family welcomed her, Meghan felt isolated.
In the now-infamous Oprah Winfrey interview from 2021, Meghan explained that she “didn’t fully understand” the job.
“There was no way to understand what the day to day was going to be like,” she said at the time.
For Harry, things quickly grew frustrating. In a 2022 interview with Fox, royal expert and author Katie Nicholl, who had just released The New Royals: Queen Elizabeth’s Legacy and the Future of the Crown, explained that the Duke felt Prince William and Kate Middleton hadn’t done their part in helping Meghan settle in.
“It was certainly Harry’s feeling that William and Kate hadn’t rolled out the red carpet as much as they might have done,” Nicholl said. “You know, there wasn’t this sort of instant welcoming of Meghan into the royal fold.”
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“I say in the book that William was the first to meet Meghan. And actually, he was really thrilled that Harry had met someone who he’d really fallen for. He was overjoyed when Meghan came into his life, and he fell in love with this woman,” she added.
Moreover, a friend of Harry’s told Nicholl: “Harry felt William wasn’t rolling out the red carpet for Meghan and told him so. They had a bit of a fallout, which was only resolved when Charles stepped in and asked William to make an effort.”
No matter what had happened though, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle were deeply in love. In November 2017, the couple announced that they had gotten engaged, and in 2018 they tied the knot in St. George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle.
As with any royal wedding, the Duke and Duchess of Susses were celebrated with a huge, costly ceremony. But Meghan’s weeks leading up to the grand day were quite stressful.
Days before the ceremony, the Daily Mail revealed that her father, Thomas Markle, had coordinated with a paparazzi photographer to stage several photos, including one where he was getting fitted for a suit before the wedding, one where he was seen reading a book about Britain, and another as he surveyed pictures of Meghan and Harry.
The pictures reportedly sold for over £100,000 ($137,000). Meghan was furious.
Thomas then initially lied to Meghan and Harry, saying that he hadn’t been involved in the staging of the photos. Ultimately, he claimed he was too embarrassed to attend the wedding, and suffered from subsequent heart troubles.
Why King Charles led Meghan Markle down the aisle
Harry and Meghan had told him explicitly not to speak to the media before their union, but Thomas didn’t listen. In the end, Meghan stated that her father would not be in attendance because he had undergone heart surgery.
As her father wasn’t in attendance, he couldn’t lead Meghan down the aisle. That’s when then-Prince Charles stepped up.
According to royal biographer Robert Hardman, Charles asked Meghan if she wanted him to escort her down the aisle. In his book Queen of Our Times: The Life of Elizabeth II, Hardman wrote that Charles got a quick answer, but it wasn’t what he expected.
Meghan surprised the now-king, asking him to meet her halfway down the aisle. She wanted to make her big entrance into the chapel on her own.
“Feeling for his future daughter-in-law, the Prince of Wales offered to step in, saying he would be honored to escort Meghan up the aisle of St George’s Chapel to the altar. The reply, according to one friend, was not quite what he was expecting: ‘Can we meet halfway?’” Hardman wrote.
“Here was an indicator that this was no blushing bride, but a confident, independent woman determined to make a grand entrance on her own.”
In 2018, in the BBC documentary Prince, Son, and Heir, Harry spoke about his father, Charles, offering to walk his wife down the aisle. Harry initially said he had asked his father about it, and Charles immediately agreed.
Prince William had concerns over Meghan Markle’s wedding outfit
“I asked him to and I think he knew it was coming, and he immediately said, ‘Yes, of course, I’ll do whatever Meghan needs and I’m here to support you.’” Harry recalled. “For him, that’s a fantastic opportunity to step up and be that support, and you know, he’s our father, so of course, he’s going to be there for us.”
Harry proposed to Meghan with a custom three-stone ring. It featured diamonds from his late mother, Princess Diana’s jewelry collection. However, one year later, for the wedding, the fact that Meghan had already worn something from Diana’s jewelry collection left one person concerned: Prince William.
In his book, Spare, Harry recalled tensions between him and his brother when he and Meghan were planning the wedding. Moreover, in Catherine, The Princess of Wales: The Biography, author Robert Jobson claimed that the relationship between Harry and William had deteriorated, and even though William had been confirmed as the best man, the bond between them had “worsened.”
Prince William was allegedly not the only one in the Royal Family who felt Harry and Meghan’s relationship had developed too fast. William, it’s said, decided to reach out to his grandmother to ask for a very special assurance.
“I have been told that, still concerned about the match, he’d sought assurances from the Queen that Harry’s bride would not be wearing any of Princess Diana’s jewellery, even though his own wife was allowed to wear it,” Jobson wrote in Catherine, The Princess of Wales: The Biography, per the Mirror.
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“Despite sharp digs and thin skins on both sides, the wedding at Windsor in May 2018 was a spectacular success,” Jobson continued. “In public, the Royal Family were all smiles, though privately they were at daggers drawn.”
As we all know, the relationship between the Sussexes and the Waleses is far from great today. Harry and William don’t even speak to each other, and it’s safe to assume the same goes for William and Meghan.
The Duke and Duchess have focused on their business ventures in the US, but could soon get company across the pond.
According to OK!, Prince William and Kate Middleton have taken the first steps towards launching themselves in the United States. The Prince and Princess of Wales reportedly have submitted an official document to the United States Patent and Trademark Office as they aim to establish their Royal Foundation charity in the US.
According to documents seen by the news outlet, in May 2023, William and Kate initially bid to land a trademark – and Meghan isn’t happy.
“Meghan was quite shocked when she found out that Kate and William plan to do more work in America after trademarking their foundation’s brand with authorities,” the source told OK!.
“It just feels like another blow,”
“Although they have made a couple of trips to the US, it’s not really part of their territory, and now Meghan feels they could be moving in on her turf.”
According to the source, the Prince and Princess of Wales’s inclusion of “healthcare services relating to mental health” in their trademark application could lead to a ‘turf war’ with the Sussexes.
“For Meghan, it just feels like another blow, as Harry is making more of a life for himself in America and doing big events without her, like the one he did in New York last week,” the insider told OK!.
“And she already knows how popular Kate and William are in the US and with their own Hollywood popularity seemingly dwindling, she doesn’t feel comfortable with them making any trips across the pond right now because they will no doubt be a huge fanfare.”
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My Neighbor Started a Barbecue Every Time I Hung Laundry Outside Just to Ruin It
For 35 years, my laundry routine was sacred… until my new neighbor, armed with grudge and a grill, started firing it up the moment my pristine sheets hit the clothesline. It seemed petty at first. Then it got personal. But in the end, I had the last laugh.
Some people mark the seasons by holidays or weather. I mark mine by which sheets are on the line: flannel in winter, cotton in summer, and those lavender-scented ones my late husband Tom used to love in spring. After 35 years in the same modest two-bedroom house on Pine Street, certain rituals become your anchors, especially when life has stripped so many others away.
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I was pinning up the last of my white sheets one Tuesday morning when I heard the telltale scrape of metal across concrete next door.
“Not again,” I muttered, clothes pins still clenched between my lips.
That’s when I saw her: Melissa, my neighbor of exactly six months. She was dragging her massive stainless steel barbecue grill to the fence line. Our eyes met briefly before she looked away, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Morning, Diane!” she called out with artificial sweetness. “Beautiful day for a cookout, isn’t it?”
I removed the pins from my mouth. “At ten in the morning on a Tuesday?”
She shrugged, her blonde highlights catching the sun. “I’m meal prepping. You know how it is… busy, busy!”
I had to rewash an entire load that came out reeking of burnt bacon and lighter fluid after one of Melissa’s smoky meal prep sessions.
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When she pulled the same stunt that Friday while I was hanging clothes on the line, I’d had enough and stormed across the lawn.
“Melissa, are you grilling bacon and lighting God knows what every time I do laundry? My whole house smells like a diner married a bonfire.”
She gave me that fake, sugary smile and chirped, “I’m just enjoying my yard. Isn’t that what neighbors are supposed to do?”
Within minutes, thick plumes of smoke drifted directly onto my pristine sheets, the acrid smell of burnt bacon and steak mingling with the scent of my lavender detergent.
This wasn’t cooking. This was warfare.
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“Everything okay, hon?” Eleanor, my elderly neighbor from across the street, called from her garden.
I forced a smile. “Just peachy. Nothing says ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ quite like smoke-infused laundry.”
Eleanor set down her trowel and walked over. “That’s the third time this week she’s fired up that thing the minute your laundry goes out.”
“Fourth,” I corrected. “You missed Monday’s impromptu hot dog extravaganza.”
“Have you tried talking to her?”
I nodded, watching as my sheets began to take on a grayish tinge. “Twice. She just smiles and says she’s ‘enjoying her property rights.'”
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Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. “Well, Tom wouldn’t have stood for this nonsense.”
The mention of my husband’s name still created that momentary hitch in my chest, even eight years later. “No, he wouldn’t have. But Tom also believed in picking your battles.”
“And is this one worth picking?”
I watched as Melissa flipped a hamburger patty, the grill large enough to cook for 20 people. “I’m starting to think it might be.”
I took down my now smoke-infused sheets, holding back tears of frustration. These were the last set Tom and I had bought together before his diagnosis. Now they reeked of cheap charcoal and pettiness.
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“This isn’t over,” I whispered to myself as I trudged back inside with my ruined laundry. “Not by a long shot.”
“Mom, maybe it’s time to just get a dryer,” my daughter Sarah suggested. “They’re more efficient now, and—”
“I have a perfectly good clothesline that’s served me for three decades, sweetie. And I’m not about to let some Martha Stewart wannabe with boundary issues chase me off it.”
Sarah sighed. “I know that tone. What are you planning?”
“Planning? Me?” I opened my kitchen drawer and pulled out the neighborhood association handbook. “Just exploring my options.”
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“Mom…?! I smell rats. Big ones.”
“Did you know there are actually rules about barbecue smoke in our HOA guidelines? Apparently, it’s considered a ‘nuisance’ if it ‘unduly impacts neighboring properties.'”
“Okayyyy?!? Are you going to report her?”
I closed the handbook. “Not yet. I think we need to try something else first.”
“We? Oh no, don’t drag me into your neighbor feud,” Sarah laughed.
“Too late! I need to borrow those neon and pink beach towels you used at that swim camp last summer. And any other colorful laundry you can spare.”
“You’re going to fight barbecue with laundry?”
“Let’s just say I’m going to give her Instagram brunch a new backdrop.”
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I sat on my back porch, iced tea in hand, and watched as Melissa’s backyard was transformed. Strings of Edison bulbs appeared along her fence. A new pergola materialized. Potted plants with color-coordinated flowers lined her immaculate paver patio.
Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, the same group of women showed up with designer bags and bottles of champagne.
They’d crowd around her long farmhouse table, snapping photos of avocado toast and each other, cackling like hyenas while gossping about everyone who wasn’t there… especially the ones they’d hugged five minutes earlier.
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I overheard enough of their conversations to know exactly what Melissa thought of me and my clothesline.
It’s like living next to a laundromat,” she once told a friend, not even bothering to lower her voice. “So tacky. This neighborhood was supposed to have standards.”
***
Snapping out of my thoughts, I rushed inside and grabbed the neon towels plus that hot pink robe with “Hot Mama” on the back that my mom gave me for Christmas.
“Mom, what are you doing?” my youngest, Emily, gasped. “You said you’d never wear this in public.”
I smiled. “Things change, honey.”
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Saturday morning arrived with perfect blue skies. I watched from my kitchen window as caterers set up Melissa’s elaborate brunch spread. Flowers were arranged. Champagne was iced. And the first guests began to appear, each one dressed more impeccably than the last.
I timed it perfectly, waiting until phones were out and mimosas were being raised for a group selfie.
That’s when I emerged with my laundry basket.
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“Morning, ladies!” I called cheerfully, setting down my overflowing basket of the most garish, colorful items I could assemble.
Melissa’s head snapped in my direction, her smile freezing in place. “Diane! What a…surprise. Don’t you usually do laundry on weekdays?”
I hung up a neon green beach towel and laughed. “Oh, I’m flexible these days. Retirement is wonderful that way.”
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The women at the table exchanged glances as I continued hanging item after item: my children’s SpongeBob sheets, the hot pink “Hot Mama” robe, leopard print leggings, and a collection of bright Hawaiian shirts Tom had loved.
“You know,” one of Melissa’s friends stage-whispered, “it’s really ruining the aesthetic of our photos.”
“That’s so unfortunate,” I replied, taking extra time positioning the robe directly in their camera line. “Almost as unfortunate as having to rewash four loads of laundry because of barbecue smoke.”
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Melissa’s face flushed as she stood abruptly. “Ladies, let’s move to the other side of the yard.”
But the damage was done. As they repositioned, I could hear the murmurs and gossips:
“Did she say barbecue smoke?”
“Melissa, are you feuding with your widowed neighbor?”
“That’s not very community-minded…”
I hid my smile as I continued hanging the laundry, humming loudly enough for them to hear.
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When the brunch ended earlier than usual, Melissa marched to the fence. Up close, I could see the perfect makeup couldn’t quite hide the tension in her face.
“Was that really necessary?” she hissed.
“Was what necessary?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do. Just like you knew exactly what you were doing with your strategic barbecuing.”
“That’s different—”
“Is it? Because from where I stand, we’re both just ‘enjoying our yards.’ Isn’t that what neighbors are supposed to do?”
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Her eyes narrowed at hearing her own words thrown back at her. “My friends come here every week. These gatherings are important to me.”
“And my laundry routine is important to me. It’s not just about saving money on utilities, Melissa. It’s about memories. That clothesline was here when I brought my babies home from the hospital. It was here when my husband was still alive.”
Her phone buzzed. She glanced down at it, her expression hardening again. “Whatever. Just know that your little laundry show cost me followers today.”
As she stormed off, I couldn’t help but call after her: “That’s a shame! Maybe next week we should coordinate colors!”
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For three consecutive Saturdays, I made sure my most colorful laundry made its appearance during brunch. By the third week, Melissa’s guest list had noticeably thinned.
I was hanging up a particularly vivid tie-dyed sheet when Eleanor appeared at my side, her garden gloves still on.
“You know,” she said with a chuckle, “half the neighborhood is taking bets on how long this standoff will last.”
I secured the last clothespin. “As long as it takes. I just want her to see me… and understand that I have as much right to my clothesline as she does to her brunches.”
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After Eleanor left, I sat on my porch swing, watching my laundry dance in the breeze. The vivid colors against the blue sky reminded me of the prayer flags Tom and I had seen on our trip to New Mexico years ago. He’d loved how they moved in the wind, carrying wishes and prayers up to heaven.
I was so lost in the memory that I didn’t notice Melissa approaching until she was standing at the foot of my porch steps.
“Can we talk?” she asked, her tone clipped and formal.
I gestured to the empty chair beside me. “Have a seat.”
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She remained standing, her arms crossed tightly. “I want you to know that I’ve moved my brunches inside. Happy now?”
“I wasn’t trying to ruin your brunches, Melissa. I was just doing my laundry.”
“On Saturday mornings? Coincidentally?”
“About as coincidental as your barbecues starting every time my whites hit the line.”
We stared at each other for a long moment, two women too stubborn to back down.
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“Well,” she finally said, “I hope you enjoy your victory and your tacky clothesline.”
With that, she turned on her heel and marched back to her house.
“I will!” I called after her. “Every single sunny day!”
***
These days, hanging laundry has become my favorite part of the week. I take my time arranging each item, making sure the “Hot Mama” robe gets prime position where it catches the most sunlight.
Eleanor joined me one Saturday morning, handing me clothespins as I worked.
“Have you noticed?” she asked, nodding toward Melissa’s yard where the patio sat empty, curtains drawn. “She hasn’t fired up that grill in weeks.”
I smiled, adjusting a particularly bright yellow sheet. “Oh, yes!”
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“And have you also noticed she can barely look at you? I swear, yesterday at the mailbox she practically sprinted back inside when she saw you coming.”
I laughed, remembering how Melissa had clutched her letters to her chest and scurried away like I was wielding something more dangerous than fabric softener.
“Some people just can’t handle losing,” I said, pinning up the last sock. “Especially to a woman with a clothesline and the patience to use it.”
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Later, as I sat on my porch swing with a glass of iced tea, I caught sight of Melissa peering through her blinds. When our eyes met, she frowned deeply and let the slat snap shut.
I raised my glass in her direction anyway.
Tom would have gotten such a kick out of all this. I could almost hear his deep chuckle, feel his hand on my shoulder as he’d say, “That’s my Diane… never needed more than a clothesline and conviction to make her point!”
The truth is, some battles aren’t about winning or losing. They’re about standing your ground when the smoke clears… and showing the world that sometimes the most powerful statement you can make is simply hanging your laundry out to dry, especially when it includes a neon pink robe with “#1 HOT MAMA” emblazoned across the back.
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