It Turns Out Princess Catherine Had a Second Wedding Dress, and Here’s the Reason

In 2011, Catherine, Princess of Wales, wore a second stunning wedding dress to celebrate her marriage to Prince William. But only 300 guests saw it.

Thirteen years ago, Kate Middleton captivated the world as she walked down the aisle with her father, wearing a breathtaking wedding gown designed by Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen.

While her first dress made global headlines, Kate also wore a second dress at a private evening reception. According to a royal expert, this dress reflected how she truly wanted to express herself. Kate chose the British McQueen brand for its craftsmanship and respect for traditional workmanship.

The Palace stated at the time that she wanted a gown that combined tradition and modernity with the artistic vision of Alexander McQueen. The first dress, made of elegant French Chantilly and English Cluny lace, cost a staggering £250,000 and became an iconic symbol of her wedding day. However, her second dress, though less publicized, was just as special.

Stylist and royal fashion expert Miranda Holder explained that some royals change into a second wedding dress after the ceremony. This allows them to leave behind formalities and fully express themselves. Speaking to The Express, she said that having a second dress allows brides to show who they really are and how they want to feel after the formal ceremony and official photos.

Kate’s second look, while still formal, was simpler and more relaxed. Holder described it as “simple and sweet,” with a “very pretty” cardigan, but noted that Kate didn’t seem to have the chance to fully relax.

Which dress do you prefer? Here’s where you can find the secret message Princess Catherine hid in her look during her first public appearance after cancer treatment.

My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations

When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.

I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.

My days had become a blur since the twins were born.

Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.

I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.


Then there was Brad.

The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.

And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.

His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.

It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.

I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.

“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.

I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.

At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.

This had Brad written all over it.

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