Month: October 2024

The sudden death of former One Direction member Liam Payne shocked the entertainment world, leaving fellow stars devastated, including an artist he once collaborated with on a major project.

Tributes from fellow stars continue to pour in as the entertainment world mourns the loss of Liam Payne, who tragically died at 31 after falling from a hotel balcony in Buenos Aires, Argentina, on October 16.

Music producer Zedd shared his grief on X (formerly Twitter), “RIP Liam… I can’t believe this is real…absolutely heartbreaking … 💔.”

TV personality and DJ Paris Hilton also expressed her sadness, “So upsetting to hear the news of @LiamPaynepassing😢 Sending love and condolences to his family & loved ones. 🙏 RIP my friend🥺.”

More musicians honored Payne with heartfelt condolences. Rapper Flavor Flav kept his message short but heartfelt, “RIP to Liam Payne,,, much too young 🙏🏾 [sic].”

Additionally, British DJ and songwriter Jonas Blue added on the same platform, “Beyond sad to hear this news. Rest well my friend @LiamPayne😔💙.”

Singer-songwriter Charlie Puth shared his heartbreak on Instagram (IG) Story, “I am in shock right now. Liam was always so kind to me. He was one of the first major artists I got to work with. I can not believe he is gone…”

In another IG Story, Puth shared an old photo of the two smiling at each other. He wrote, “I am so upset right now, may he rest in peace.”

While tributes continue to pour in, authorities are still investigating the circumstances of Payne’s death on Wednesday evening, October 16. According to TMZ, Payne fell from the third-floor balcony of the CasaSur Palermo Hotel.

Earlier that day, hotel staff called emergency services after he was reportedly acting erratically in the lobby, smashing a laptop and needing to be carried back to his room.

The incident occurred after 5 PM local time. First responders arrived quickly, but Payne was pronounced dead at the scene. Authorities have not yet confirmed whether the fall was accidental or intentional.

Payne had been in Argentina on vacation with his girlfriend, Kate Cassidy. She left on October 14, while Payne stayed behind. The singer had recently attended a Niall Horan concert, where he reunited with his former One Direction bandmate.

As the world awaits further details, the entertainment industry continues to mourn the loss of a beloved artist, with fans and fellow stars remembering his talent and kindness.

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, a mysterious little girl with a bouquet of daisies turned one bride’s world upside down. A single glance at the child’s wrist revealed a secret that shattered everything she thought she knew about the man waiting for her at the altar.

It was a perfect day for a wedding. The sun was shining, warm but not too hot. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of flowers through the park. My friends and family were all around, smiling and chatting.

I stood at the altar in my white dress, feeling like I was in a dream. The man I loved was just a few feet away, laughing with the guests. Everything was exactly as it should be.

The day was flawless—or at least, it seemed that way.

Just as the ceremony was about to begin, I saw her. A little girl, no older than five, appeared out of nowhere. She was holding a small bouquet of daisies, her eyes wide and curious.

Her dress was dirty, her shoes scuffed. She looked like she had wandered off from somewhere, lost and confused.

She walked right up to me.

“Do you have a coin?” she asked, her voice soft but clear.

I smiled, reaching for my purse. “Of course,” I said, but something felt off.

As I handed her a coin, I noticed her wrist. My heart stopped. There, on her tiny arm, was a birthmark. It was shaped like an uneven heart. The exact same shape as my fiancé’s birthmark.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. My mind raced, pulling up memories I had tried to forget. Five years ago, I had started to doubt him.

“Where have you been?” I had asked one night, my voice shaking.

He laughed, tossing his keys on the table. “At work. Where else?”

“You smell like perfume,” I had said, my heart pounding.

“You’re imagining things,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re being paranoid.”

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. His disappearances, the late nights, the excuses. It didn’t add up. Yet, every time I questioned him, he denied everything.

And now, standing in front of me was this little girl with the same birthmark. My suspicions came flooding back. I couldn’t ignore them anymore.

I knelt down, trying to stay calm. “Sweetheart,” I said, my voice trembling, “where are your parents?”

She shrugged, holding the daisies tighter. “I don’t know. I’ve been looking for my daddy.”

“Who’s your daddy?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

She pointed toward my fiancé.

I stood up quickly, my head spinning. I looked over at him. He was still laughing, completely unaware of the storm brewing.

My heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I couldn’t stay silent.

“James,” I called, my voice cutting through the chatter. Everyone turned to look at me. His smile faded as he walked over, concern in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, glancing at the little girl.

I took a deep breath. “Did you have a child five years ago?” I asked, my voice louder than I meant it to be.

His face went pale. “What? No! Of course not.” He laughed nervously, like I had just told a bad joke. “Are you okay?”

I grabbed the little girl’s hand, holding it up for everyone to see. “Then how do you explain this?” I pointed at the birthmark. “She has the same mark as you.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. James looked from the birthmark to me, his eyes wide with shock. “No… that’s not… It’s just a coincidence,” he stammered.

I shook my head. “No, James. It’s not.”

He looked panicked now, his eyes darting around. “I—I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled.

I stepped closer, my voice shaking with anger. “Tell me the truth. Did you have a child with someone else?”

James opened his mouth, but no words came out.

The crowd was silent, every eye on us. James stood frozen, his face pale as he stared at the little girl’s hand, the birthmark clear as day. My heart pounded, but I kept my voice steady. “Tell me the truth, James,” I repeated. “Did you have a child five years ago?”

He blinked, shaking his head, but there was no confidence behind it. “No, I didn’t,” he said, but his voice cracked.

I could hear murmurs from the guests, their once happy faces now filled with confusion and concern. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth, and my father stood rigid, his jaw clenched. James glanced around, as if searching for a way out.

“You’re making a mistake,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is crazy. We’re at our wedding, for God’s sake! You’re stressed, that’s all.” He laughed, but it sounded forced. “Maybe you need to talk to someone. We can see a therapist together.”

My fists clenched at my sides. “A therapist?” I repeated, my voice rising. “This little girl has the same birthmark as you, James! How do you explain that?”

James rubbed his temples. “I don’t know!” he snapped, finally losing his composure. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Kids have birthmarks all the time. It doesn’t mean anything.”

The girl looked at us with teary eyes.

The tension in the air was thick now, and I could feel everyone holding their breath, waiting for what would come next. But I already knew. Deep down, I had known for a while.

“No, James,” I said quietly. “It does mean something.”

I turned to the little girl, who was still clutching her daisies. “Sweetheart,” I said gently, “what’s your name?”

“Emily,” she replied through tears, her voice sweet and innocent.

I nodded, then looked back at James. His eyes darted between me and Emily, his panic impossible to hide now. “Who’s your mommy?” I asked her, my heart heavy.

Emily hesitated. “I don’t know. She’s not around anymore.”

There was a collective gasp from the guests, but I didn’t flinch. I could see the truth in James’s eyes. He had tried to hide it, but it was too late now.

“I won’t marry you,” I said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. “Not until you take a DNA test. If you didn’t have a child, then prove it.”

James opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was trapped, and we both knew it.

The next few days were a blur. The wedding was called off, of course, and whispers followed me wherever I went.

My phone rang constantly—friends, family, all asking what had happened. I didn’t have the energy to explain it over and over, so I stayed quiet, waiting for the DNA test results.

When they finally came, they confirmed what I already knew.

James was Emily’s father.

The weight of it settled over me, but there was no surprise. Only a deep, aching sadness. The man I thought I knew, the man I was supposed to marry, had been hiding this from me. He had a whole other life, a child he had never mentioned.

James tried to explain. He came to my apartment the day after the results, his face drawn and pale. “I didn’t know, I swear,” he said, his voice desperate. “I didn’t think she’d ever come back. Her mother… she wasn’t supposed to—”

I held up my hand, stopping him. “You knew there was a possibility. You knew you had a child, and you kept that from me.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was scared. I didn’t think this would ever happen. I never thought she’d be abandoned like this. I was going to tell you, I just…”

“You just what?” I asked, my voice cold. “Hoped it would go away? That’s not something you keep from the woman you’re about to marry, James.”

“I love you,” he said, his eyes pleading. “Please, don’t walk away. We can fix this. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

But it was too late. The trust was gone, shattered beyond repair.

“No,” I said softly, feeling a strange calm wash over me. “We can’t fix this. You lied to me. There’s no going back from that.”

As hard as it was, I walked away. The heartbreak was overwhelming at times, but deep down, I knew I had made the right choice. I deserved better than to live with a lie.

There was, however, a silver lining. Emily, the little girl who had turned my life upside down, had found her family. James’s parents, once shocked and confused, quickly embraced her. They welcomed her into their lives with open arms, thrilled to meet the granddaughter they never knew they had.

I watched from afar, my own pain mixed with a sense of relief. Emily had found the family she deserved. As for me, I would heal in time.

Walking away from the man I thought I would spend my life with wasn’t easy. But it was necessary. I had learned the hard way that sometimes, love isn’t enough. Trust is everything. Without it, there’s nothing left.

When my stepmother Brenda and her daughters kicked me out after hearing my father fell into a coma, I thought I had lost everything. Little did they know, karma was about to strike back in a way none of us could have predicted.

When Dad first brought Brenda and her daughters into our home, I knew things would change. And not for the better. He met Brenda at his weekly yoga class — he was concerned about his health and endeavored to exercise more.

He saw her as this kind-hearted woman who’d been through a lot. I saw right through her fake smiles and sweet talk. It started subtly. Brenda would make these passive-aggressive comments about my clothes or my grades, always in this sugar-coated voice.

Brittany and Chloe, her twin daughters, weren’t any better. Blonde, blue-eyed, and mean to the bone. They’d wait until Dad was out of earshot to let their true colors show.

“Nice shirt, Leah. Did you find it in a dumpster?” Brittany smirked one afternoon.

“Yeah, it looks like it was made in the 90s,” Chloe added, laughing.

I ignored them, mostly. But it was hard not to let it get to me. They were relentless. Every time I tried to tell Dad, Brenda would twist things around.

“Michael, Leah’s just having a hard time adjusting. Teenagers, you know how they are,” Brenda would say, her voice dripping with false concern.

Dad would just nod, looking at me with confusion and disappointment. “Leah, you’ve got to try harder to get along with them. Brenda’s doing her best.”

I wanted to scream. Instead, I just nodded and went to my room, slamming the door behind me. My sanctuary, the only place where I felt safe. I spent hours there, reading, listening to music, trying to escape.

One night, things got worse. I overheard Brenda talking to Dad in the living room.

“Michael, we need to talk about Leah. She’s… difficult. The girls are scared of her. She’s always so angry.”

I pressed my ear against the door. Scared of me? That was rich.

“Leah’s just… going through a lot,” Dad said, his voice weary. “She misses her mom.”

Brenda sighed dramatically. “I know, but we can’t keep tiptoeing around her. It’s affecting the whole family.”

I couldn’t listen anymore. I barged into the living room.

“Are you serious? You’re lying to him, Brenda! You and your daughters are the problem, not me!”

Dad stood up, looking shocked. “Leah, calm down. We can talk about this.”

“No, we can’t,” I snapped. “You never listen to me.”

Brenda put on her best concerned face. “Leah, we’re just trying to help you.”

“Help me?” I laughed bitterly. “You’re ruining everything.”

The twins appeared at the top of the stairs, grinning like Cheshire cats. I turned on my heel and ran out the front door, needing to get away. I walked around the neighborhood, trying to cool off. By the time I got back, Dad was waiting for me on the porch.

“Love, we need to find a way to make this work,” he said softly. “I love you, but I love Brenda too. We’re a family now.”

I looked at him, tears in my eyes. “Dad, they’re awful to me. Can’t you see that?”

He hugged me tightly. “I’ll talk to them, I promise. Just try to be patient.”

I nodded, but I knew it was hopeless. Brenda had him wrapped around her finger, and I was just the inconvenient obstacle.

The next few weeks were a blur of whispered insults, cold shoulders, and fake smiles. I counted down the days until I could escape to college, where I wouldn’t have to deal with Brenda and her evil spawns.

Yet, something else gnawed at my heart. Dad’s health had been shaky for a while. He complained about stomach pains that wouldn’t go away, and the doctors finally decided he needed surgery.

It was supposed to be minor, but I was still scared. The thought of being left alone with Brenda and her daughters made my skin crawl.

“Dad, what if something happens to you? They’ll kick me out,” I said one night as we sat at the kitchen table. Brenda and the twins were out, probably terrorizing some mall.

He squeezed my hand. “Leah, you’re worrying too much. Brenda cares about you. She wouldn’t do that.”

“Dad, you don’t know them like I do,” I insisted. “You’ve got to trust me.”

He sighed, looking tired. “I do trust you, but Brenda… she seems genuine.” I wanted to argue more, but I could see he was exhausted. I dropped it, knowing it wouldn’t change anything.

The surgery day came quickly, and I stayed home, trying to distract myself. Brenda was at the hospital with him, but I knew it wasn’t out of concern. She wanted to control everything.

Around noon, I heard Brenda’s voice from the kitchen — she had come home as soon as Dad went into surgery. She was on the phone. Curious, I crept closer, staying out of sight.

“What do you mean, he’s in a coma?” she said, her voice high-pitched but not shocked. I felt my heart plummet. “Yes, thank you, Doctor,” I heard Brenda finish.

Suspecting drama, I quickly grabbed my phone and hit record, just as Brenda hung up. She called out to her daughters.

“Girls, come here! We’re rid of Leah. Michael’s in a coma!”

Brittany and Chloe came running, laughing. “Seriously? We can kick her out now?”

Brenda nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Leah! Pack your things. You’re out.”

I stumbled into the kitchen, trying to keep my voice steady. “What? You can’t do this.”

“Oh, but I can,” Brenda said, her smile cold. “Now get out.”

I ran upstairs, throwing my belongings into a bag, my hands shaking. I couldn’t believe this was happening. As I packed, I knew I had one chance to fight back. I had the recording. Maybe, just maybe, it could save me.

I spent the night at a friend’s place, feeling utterly lost. The next morning, I went to the hospital to see Dad. To my shock, he was awake, sitting up in bed and looking tired but very much alive.

“Leah!” he said, smiling as I rushed to his side.

“Dad! You’re okay!” I hugged him tightly, tears streaming down my face. “Brenda told me you were in a coma.”

“What?” he looked confused. “The surgery went fine. There was a mix-up, but I’m okay. A nurse had incorrectly written on the patient sheet hanging on the bed that I was in a coma. I was merely sleeping off the anesthetic.”

I pulled out my phone. “You need to hear this.”

I played the recording for him, watching as his face changed from confusion to anger. “I can’t believe this. We’re going home, Leah. This ends now. I’ll talk to the doctors and get my discharge sped up.”

We drove back in silence, the tension palpable. As we pulled up to the house, Brenda, Brittany, and Chloe were on the porch, looking surprised. They had heard Dad had been let out of the hospital, but the last person they expected to show up was me.

“Where’s Michael? And what are you doing here?” Brenda sneered. “You’re not welcome.”

“Actually, I am.” I said, “Wait a minute.” I went back into the garage and helped my dad from the car, stepping around the side of the house with him on my arm. The look on their faces was priceless.

“Michael!” Brenda gasped. “You’re…”

“Alive and well,” he said coldly. “Leah, play the recording.”

I did, and the smug expressions disappeared as the recording played. Brenda’s face turned white, as Brittany and Chloe stood frozen beside her.

“You’ve shown your true colors,” Dad said, his voice shaking with anger. “I am the only one who can kick people out of this house. And, with that said, I’m kicking you out. All of you. Now.”

Brenda tried to argue, but Dad held up a hand. “No more lies. No more manipulations. Get out.”

They left, protesting and glaring, but there was no stopping them. We watched as they drove away, the tension finally lifting.

Inside, Dad hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry, Leah. I should have believed you.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” I said, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. “We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”

As we closed the door on our tumultuous past, I knew we were ready to rebuild our lives. Just the two of us, facing whatever came next, together.

Michael Jackson was obsessed with hiding his kids away from the public, a practice that sparked curiosity. His eldest child explained the reason behind this, prompting a wave of reactions online.

Michael Jackson was as peculiar as he was protective. One of the most notable elements was a mask he frequently wore. But this had also extended to his children, whose faces were often hidden behind masks and veils whenever they appeared in public with him.

This curious practice fueled years of speculation among fans and the media, as people wondered why the pop star went to such lengths to conceal his children’s identities. Recently, one of Michael’s children revealed the true reason behind this practice, shedding light on the late musician’s motivations and sparking a fresh wave of reactions online.

Michael was intensely focused on safeguarding his children’s privacy, an obsession that shaped much of their early lives. His actions, though unconventional, were driven by a desire to protect his children from the relentless media attention that had marred much of his own life.

The singer was determined that they would not endure the same level of exposure and scrutiny he had experienced throughout his career.

Michael raised all of his children in a unique way which his eldest son, Prince Michael I Jackson, understood very well. In an interview, Prince disclosed that the dancer spoke to him like an adult and revealed why he made them wear masks.

“He told us the reason for the masks was he wanted us to have our own life without him,” Prince revealed, adding that he and his siblings were able to go out in public without their father unbothered because they were unrecognizable.

He also admitted, “I don’t think I ever thought about if other kids lived like that when I was younger. But once I knew who he was, I realized it wasn’t normal.”

After discovering the reason behind Michael’s overprotectiveness, social media users reacted, with one person noting that he was very peculiar. “Surprisingly,” said one Facebook user. Another noted, “He was a very strange man.” Someone else sympathized, “This is just too too sad.”

Michael sadly passed away on June 25, 2009, in Los Angeles, California. He left behind three young children, and after his passing, a custody battle ensued between his mother, Katherine Jackson, and his ex-wife, Debbie Rowe.

Following several weeks of negotiations, the two reached an out-of-court agreement. Reports at the time revealed that Katherine would be granted full, permanent custody of the children, while Debbie would receive “meaningful visitation rights.”

A source with direct knowledge of the agreement confirmed that Katherine retained sole custody of Prince Michael I, then 12, Paris-Michael Katherine, then 11, and Prince Michael II, then seven (Blanket), with Debbie maintaining her legal parental rights.

Debbie is the biological mother of Michael’s two eldest children, Prince and Paris. His youngest child, Blanket, was born via an unnamed surrogate following Michael and Debbie’s divorce.

In a 2016 interview, Michael’s eldest son, Prince, shared that he considered his grandmother, Katherine, and his cousin, Frances, as the two primary mother figures in his life. “As for my birth mother, she’s always been more of a friend, and that works for us,” he added.

In the same interview, Prince opened up about the challenges he and his siblings faced after their father’s passing. He explained, “After he died, we got bombarded with [everything].”

This included the resurfacing of Michael’s scandals, such as the numerous allegations of child molestation, his acquittal of child sexual abuse charges, and constant speculation about his changing appearance and eccentric behavior dating back to the 1980s.

After being carefully protected from the intense media scrutiny that surrounded their father, Michael’s kids found themselves confronting the same accusations and tabloid gossip that had often overshadowed his fame.

The very scandals and rumors that had plagued their father’s life now became a part of their own reality. As they grew older, Michael’s children each took their own paths in life.

Prince openly shared that many people initially expected him to follow in his father’s footsteps by pursuing a career in music and dance. However, he humorously confessed that he couldn’t do either of them.

“Music is a big part of my life. It shaped who I am because of my family, but I’ve always wanted to go into production. My dad would ask me what I wanted to do and my answer was always producing and directing,” said Prince.

Despite his famous father’s efforts to shield him from the public eye, Prince received full support from the Jackson family in his chosen career path.

His cousin, Taj Jackson, described him as “extremely smart” and noted that Prince is a grounded young man, a trait instilled in him by his father.

Unlike him, Prince’s little sister Paris, has decided to follow in their dad’s footsteps by pursuing a music career. However, before finding the courage to do that, she had to work on herself.

Michael’s death deeply affected his daughter, leaving her emotionally scarred. She attempted to take her own life multiple times, ultimately entering treatment at the age of 15. In a March 2017 interview, Paris openly disclosed that she “was always the weird kid.”

“I’ve always wanted to kind of break off and do my own thing, just ’cause I feel I enjoy independence very much,” she expressed. Growing up, Michael used to dress his daughter in an idealized, traditional way, often in dainty pinafores, lacy collared blouses, and Mary Jane shoes.

Now, as she embraces her own identity, her style reflects a vibrant, free-spirited look, featuring tie-dyed bright colors, dangling peace-sign necklaces, and worn Converse sneakers.

Michael was famously obsessed with safeguarding his children’s privacy, often having them wear masks or veils whenever they appeared in public with him.

However, after his death, the children were suddenly unmasked, revealing not only their faces but also the extent of their isolation from the outside world.

At 12 years old, Paris acknowledged that she lacked social skills, explaining how she had to quickly teach herself how to navigate interactions. Even now, she leads a rather solitary life.

Reflecting on her journey, she shared that, over the years, she has worked hard to improve her communication abilities, adding, “I think I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

Now 26, Paris has ventured into acting, modeling, and music. Despite signing a lucrative modeling contract in 2017, her primary focus has shifted to creating music with her boyfriend and bandmate from The Soundflowers, Gabriel Glenn.

A family friend divulged that Paris is “very excited about creating music” and emphasized that this is her true passion. “She wants to do more gigs with her band.”

As for her younger brother, Blanket, he is more of a movie fanatic. He even started a movie review channel on YouTube with his cousin Taj and big brother Prince in 2019.

In an October 2019 interview, Prince praised his brother’s impressive knowledge of film, crediting their late father for supporting their passions.

He shared, “My brother has a really unique talent to be able to tell you, even a movie he hasn’t seen, he’ll tell you what year it came out. He knows the director, the staff, the crew, everybody behind it that you wouldn’t know.”

The 27-year-old California native further explained that this deep understanding of film was nurtured by their award-winning father’s encouragement.

“We had a film teacher at a very young age. So, it was really his idea and he was championing behind it,” the first born said during the interview.

As the youngest, Blanket, born in February 2002, is 22 years old. In an interview, his dad revealed why he called him Blanket. The father of three shared that it was a form of expression that he often used with his family and employees, which means blessing. “It’s a way of showing love and caring,” he explained.

Michael Jackson’s children have grown into their own, embracing their passions while navigating the challenges of fame and privacy. Despite the obstacles, they continue to honor their father’s legacy by forging their own unique paths.

When my son started acting distant and exhausted, I knew something wasn’t right. After following him and our nanny to a hidden basement, I braced myself for a nightmare — but what I found was a shocking revelation I never saw coming.

I need to get this off my chest because, honestly, I can’t stop crying about what happened. I thought I was living every mother’s worst nightmare. But what I discovered was something I could have never expected — something that left me shaken to my core.

For context, my name’s Dayna. I’m a single mom trying to balance a demanding career and raising my eight-year-old son, Liam. I work long hours as a doctor, and it’s not easy, but I’ve always made Liam my priority.

He’s the light of my life — kind, thoughtful, a little shy — and we’ve always had a close bond. At least, we did… until recently.

A few weeks ago, I started noticing something wasn’t right. Every day after I came home from the hospital, Liam would look exhausted. And not just the normal kind of tired; he seemed drained, distant.

His eyes were heavy, his usual energy completely gone. Worse, he looked scared. Every time I asked him what was wrong, he’d just shrug and say, “I’m fine, Mom.”

But I knew better. “Liam, honey, are you sure? You don’t seem yourself. Is something going on at school?”

“No, Mom. Everything’s fine.” He’d try to force a smile, but I could see through it. Something wasn’t right.

I asked Grace, our nanny, if she had noticed anything. She had been helping me out for nearly a year, watching Liam after school when my shifts ran long.

“Oh, he’s probably just tired from school,” she said casually. “You know how kids are—always a little moody. Plus, I don’t let him watch too much TV, so he might be sulking about that.”

I wanted to believe her, but the worry in my gut kept growing. Liam wasn’t a moody kid, and I knew when something was off with him. I just couldn’t figure out what.

I tried to brush it off as me being paranoid and overthinking things like I sometimes do. But every day, Liam seemed to retreat further. The light in his eyes dimmed more and more. It was eating at me.

One evening, after I tucked Liam into bed, I found myself staring at the security camera footage. We had a couple of cameras around the house for safety reasons, but Grace didn’t know about them. I hesitated at first, feeling guilty, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

When I watched the footage, my heart sank. Every day, around lunchtime, Grace would take Liam out of the house. She always told me they stayed in, but the cameras told a different story.

They were gone for hours, and when they returned, Liam looked dirty, tired, and distant. Once, I even saw Grace wipe him down before I got home, like she was hiding something.

I watched as she placed a finger to her lips and made a “shush” motion toward Liam. My hands tightened around my phone. What was going on? Where was she taking him?

By the fourth day of watching this play out, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know the truth. I took a personal day from work, telling my boss I’d be late, and parked down the street, waiting for Grace and Liam to leave.

Just as I had expected, around noon, they slipped out of the house and walked down the street. I followed them at a distance, my heart racing. They turned down an alley I hadn’t noticed before, and at the end of it stood an old, run-down building.

Grace unlocked a rusty door, and they both disappeared inside.

I hesitated for a moment, fear gnawing at me. But I had to know what was going on. I crept closer, my hands trembling as I pulled out my phone and hit record. The door creaked open slightly, and I slipped inside, my footsteps barely audible.

The air was damp and musty. It smelled like a place forgotten by time. I saw a set of stairs leading down into what looked like a basement, and my stomach twisted in knots. What was Grace doing with my son down here?

I waited a few minutes, then crept closer. The door was slightly ajar, so I slipped inside, barely breathing. The place smelled musty, like old, forgotten things. I could hear muffled voices from below. I descended the dusty stairs, careful not to make a sound.

And then… I froze.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. But what I found wasn’t what I expected at all.

The basement that I’d imagined as cold, dingy, and sinister was gone. In its place was a large, brightly lit room. The walls were freshly painted in a soft olive green — my favorite color.

I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. Along the walls were shelves lined with fabric, thread, buttons, and ribbons, neatly organized. There was a small wooden desk in the corner, covered with sewing patterns carefully laid out.

“What…?” I breathed, completely at a loss for words.

I hadn’t noticed Liam yet, but when I looked up, there he was, standing next to a giant cardboard box in the middle of the room. His eyes went wide when he saw me.

“Mom!” he gasped, frozen in place.

Grace, who had been folding fabric at the desk, dropped the cloth she was holding and stared at me, just as startled. For a few seconds, none of us said anything. I couldn’t make sense of the scene in front of me. All the fear, all the suspicion — it melted into confusion.

“What is this?” I stammered, my voice shaky. “What’s going on here?”

Liam glanced nervously at Grace, then back at me, biting his lip like he always did when he was anxious. He took a small step forward. “I… I was trying to surprise you, Mom.”

“Surprise me?” I repeated, looking around the room. None of this was making sense. “Why—what is all this?”

Liam shifted from foot to foot, his small hands clasped in front of him. “I found your old diary, the one from when you were a kid,” he said softly.

“You wrote in there about how you wanted to be a seamstress… how you wanted to design clothes and have your own brand.”

I felt a sudden tightness in my chest. That diary. I hadn’t thought about it in years. I could barely remember writing in it, let alone the dreams I had poured into its pages.

Liam continued, his voice growing even quieter. “But you said your parents pressured you to become a doctor instead, and it made you really sad.”

I felt my breath catch. I’d buried those feelings so deep that I had almost forgotten they ever existed. And here was my son, reminding me of a dream I’d long since given up.

Liam’s eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. “I just—I just wanted to make you happy, Mom.” His voice cracked a little, and he swallowed hard. “So, I asked Grace if she could help me build you a place to sew. We’ve been coming here after school every day to work on it.”

I stared at him, my heart full but aching all at once. “Liam…” I whispered, barely able to speak.

“We saved up,” he added quickly, pointing to the big cardboard box. “We got you something special.”

I glanced at Grace, who was now standing beside him, her hands clasped in front of her. She smiled, a bit sheepishly, but there was warmth in her eyes.

“He used all the money he had saved from birthdays,” she explained softly. “We found a thrift store with a sewing machine that was in great condition. It turned into a little project for us.”

A sewing machine? My heart felt like it might burst. I slowly sank to my knees, my hands trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You did all this for me?” I whispered, looking up at Liam. Tears were already spilling down my cheeks.

Liam’s eyes filled with worry. “Mom, are you okay?”

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod. He rushed to me, wrapping his little arms around my neck and holding me tight. I hugged him back just as fiercely, my tears falling freely now. My sweet boy. My beautiful, thoughtful, loving boy.

Grace walked over and quietly lifted the cardboard box. Beneath it was a shiny, modern sewing machine. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. It wasn’t just some old thing from a thrift store — it was practically brand new.

“We wanted to surprise you, but I guess we didn’t plan on you finding out like this,” Grace said with a soft chuckle.

Liam pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I just wanted to make your dreams come true, Mom,” he whispered. “Like you always do with mine.”

His words hit me like a wave, and I broke down, sobbing harder than I had in years. Not out of sadness, but out of pure, overwhelming love and gratitude.

I had spent so long thinking that part of my life was over, that I had missed my chance. But here was my son, this little boy with a heart bigger than I ever realized, bringing that dream back to life for me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered through my tears. “Liam, you… you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”

Liam smiled, his own eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I just want you to be happy, Mom.”

I pulled him into my arms again, holding him close, as if I could protect this moment forever. The room, once an old forgotten basement, was now filled with light, hope, and love.

And all because my little boy believed in me, even when I had stopped believing in myself.

If this story turned out to be a fun ride, get ready to embark on another exciting adventure: One day, as Candace is folding her laundry, she gets a mysterious phone call telling her to check out her basement. Thinking that she’s being pranked, Candace almost ignores it, until her gut tells her that she owes it to herself to see if there’s anything there.

I sold my late grandfather’s house for a pittance, believing it was a burden. Little did I know, hidden in the basement was a secret that would shake my world and reveal a lesson from beyond the grave.

When I inherited my grandfather’s old house, I felt a mix of emotions. The man had always been a rock in my life, full of stories and wisdom. But his death left me overwhelmed.

I stood in front of the house, its grandeur faded, paint peeling, and the roof sagging. It was filled with memories, but maintaining it was out of the question. My city life was too fast-paced for such a burden.

So, I sold it. Ben, the new owner, was eager to get a good deal. He seemed nice enough, enthusiastic about fixing it up. We shook hands, and just like that, the house was his.

A week later, I received a letter via courier in my grandfather’s handwriting. It was yellowed with age, so he must have kept it for a long time, leaving delivery instructions with the executor of his will.

My hands shook as I opened it. The note was short, instructing me to check the basement of the old house. I called Ben immediately.

“Hey, it’s Alex. I need to come by the house. There’s something I need to check in the basement.”

“Sure thing,” Ben said, sounding puzzled. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just something my grandfather mentioned in a letter.”

When I arrived, the house already looked different. Ben had been busy. The front yard was cleaner, and the walls had a fresh coat of paint. He greeted me at the door.

“Come on in. The basement’s just the way you left it.”

We descended into the musty basement, the stairs creaking under our weight. I felt around, looking for a hidden compartment or secret door. Ben watched me, half-amused, half-curious.

“You sure your grandfather wasn’t pulling your leg?” he asked.

“No, he wouldn’t do that.” I was starting to doubt myself when I found a loose brick. Behind it was a small, dusty box containing old letters and a key.

Ben peered over my shoulder. “What do you think the key’s for?”

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out.”

Ben nodded, his curiosity fading. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

With Ben gone, I spent hours searching the basement. In a far corner, I found an old wardrobe. Behind it was a hidden door, and, you guessed it, the key fitted. I kept my discovery to myself. I had to see what was behind that door, but I needed to have the house all to myself again.

The next day, I returned to the house with a plan. Knocking on the door, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. Ben opened the door, looking surprised to see me.

“Hey, Ben,” I started. “I’ve been thinking… I’d like to buy the house back.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “Why? You said it was a burden.”

I took a deep breath. “For sentimental reasons. My grandfather’s legacy means a lot more to me than I initially realized. He always taught me to honor our ancestors and remember our roots. At first, I thought I was too busy to handle the house, but now I understand the value it holds. It’s not just a building; it’s part of my family’s history. I need to preserve that.”

Ben crossed his arms, considering my offer. “Sentimental reasons, huh? Well, I’ve put a lot of work into it already. How much more are we talking?”

I swallowed hard. “Five grand more.”

Ben shook his head slowly. “Not enough. The market’s good, and I can sell for a profit. You’ll have to do better.”

My heart sank. I hadn’t expected this. “Ten grand more, then. That’s a fair increase.”

Ben smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly one. “I know what this place means to you now, Alex. Twenty grand more, or I walk.”

I felt a wave of panic. Twenty grand was a lot of money. “Twenty grand? Ben, come on, that’s…”

“Take it or leave it,” Ben said, his tone firm. “You’re not the only one who sees value here.”

I clenched my fists. I couldn’t lose this house now, not after everything I’d discovered. “Alright,” I said finally, my voice tight. “Twenty grand more. Deal.”

Ben smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you, Alex.”

***

The following week, as I finalized the paperwork to reclaim the house, I met Clara at a local café. She was a historian, passionate about preserving old homes and their stories.

We struck up a conversation about the town’s history, and I found myself sharing my grandfather’s tale.

“Your grandfather sounds like an incredible man,” Clara said, her eyes sparkling with interest. “It’s wonderful that you’re trying to preserve his legacy. If you need any help with the restoration or researching the house’s history, I’d love to assist.”

“That would be amazing,” I replied, feeling a surge of gratitude. “I could definitely use the help.”

Over the next few days, Clara and I spent hours going through old documents and photos, piecing together the house’s story. Her enthusiasm and expertise breathed new life into the project, making it feel less daunting and more like a journey of discovery.

With the house back in my name, I returned to the basement, determination burning in my chest. I pushed the wardrobe aside and opened the hidden door.

Inside was a small room with a modest chest in the center. My hands trembled as I opened it, expecting treasure. Instead, I found a letter and an old poker chip.

The letter, in my grandfather’s familiar script, read: “I knew you would sell the house, you fool! I taught you to honor your ancestors and remember your roots. And yet, you sold it. I hope this teaches you a lesson.”

“P.S. I had to put something in this chest, so here’s an old poker chip. It’s worthless! Let’s consider it a lucky charm!”

I sat there, the letter in my hand, feeling disappointed, but understanding began to dawn. My grandfather had always been about teaching life’s important lessons in his own way.

I decided then to keep the house “forever”. It was no longer a burden but a link to my past and a way to honor my grandfather’s memory. I started planning renovations, envisioning a space for family gatherings, where stories could be shared, and memories made.

Over the next few months, the house was transformed. What was once a dilapidated old building became a cherished family retreat. I felt a deeper connection to my roots, fulfilling my grandfather’s hopes.

The house would come to be filled with laughter and love, standing as a testament to family heritage. My grandfather’s teachings stayed with me, and I kept his memory alive, sharing his stories and values with everyone who came through the door.

When Nadia returns home from college abroad, she has no choice but to agree to an arranged marriage to a wealthy man—a man chosen by her parents. But as the tentative date for their wedding draws closer, Nadia decides to test him, to truly understand who she’s marrying.

I never imagined that I’d find myself disguised as a homeless woman, sitting on a sidewalk outside of a restaurant. I sat there, hunched with a shawl wrapped around my shoulders.

People passed me without paying any attention, as I watched for the sleek black car that often carried my fiancé, Danny.

Despite it being the 21st century, in my culture, arranged marriage still holds its own.

But I had been studying in America for the past four years, and my ideal of independence and personal freedom was something very different from what I had left home with.

Now, I found myself rebelling at every turn.

When my parents first broke the news of my engagement to Danny, I was still ensconced in the States—my mind buzzing with new ideologies and lectures on autonomy.

“Now that you’ve been abroad and have studied,” my mother said, “it’s time for you to become a wife.”

I tried to protest, but it always fell on deaf ears.

“Nadia,” my mother said, “there is no choice here. Your father and I have done our research. Danny is a good one. He will take care of you.”

My mother moved around the kitchen, mixing a concoction of spices as she began to cook dinner.

“And that’s just it?” I asked, making some tea. “I have to marry this man?”

She nodded and smiled at me.

“Nadia, your father and I did it—we had an arranged marriage, and everything turned out well for us.”

Now, I was faced with meeting a stranger whom I was going to marry—a stranger and his affluent family.

“You’re going to meet him soon, and his family. They own a line of restaurants, darling. They’re always going out of their way to help people.”

A few days later, we were all settled around the dining table. It was the first time that I was meeting Danny, and I had no idea what to expect.

When I stepped out of the house, he was there in the driveway, dressed in a suit—holding a gift bag and flowers.

On first impression, he was good-looking, but I needed him to be more than just a nice face to look at.

This man was going to be my husband. I was stuck with him. And judging from the way my parents were behaving, I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

As my father welcomed Danny and his parents into our home, my mother brought out a tray of tea and sweets.

“I didn’t know what you’d like,” she said, “so I got everything.”

Danny smiled at her; he seemed to genuinely care about impressing my parents. We exchanged polite conversation during the tea, and when it was time for us to have dinner, we sat around the table.

“Danny,” my father said, pointing to the head of the table, “sit here.”

My mother began to fuss over Danny and his family, ensuring that she piled their plates high with food.

“I need you to leave here knowing that you’ve been fed,” she said.

I poured myself a glass of juice. It was going to be a long meal.

“Why did you decide to study in America?” Danny asked me, frowning over his glass of water. “Didn’t you want to stay around family?”

“I applied not thinking that I could get in,” I admitted. “But then I did, and I wanted it to be a new challenge for me.”

“But being away for so long?” he pressed. “I bet you spent time in the library.”

“It was just four years. I came home a few times anyway.”

“Family is very important to me, Nadia,” he said firmly.

I looked at my mother, who refused to meet my eye. Without me replying to Danny, the silence took over for a few moments. Only the sound of scraping cutlery and chewing could be heard.

“Tell Nadia about your charity,” my father said, beaming at me.

“Oh!” Danny’s mother exclaimed, quickly putting her fork down.

She went on at length about how Danny feeds homeless people all the time, and that he had scheduled a roster for different areas around us.

“Nobody will go hungry if we can help it,” Danny’s mother said.

My goodness, I thought to myself as I dug into my chicken. Do I really need to bear this for the rest of my life?

The dinner ended, and my husband-to-be left the house.

“Don’t you love him?” my mother asked as we washed up the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

“I don’t know him, Mom,” I said.

“But you will,” she replied, drying the plates with a dish towel. “You will get to know him soon.”

I didn’t have the energy to deal with it further. I went to my bedroom and sat down, wondering how I could just give in to tradition after having been away and free for so long.

I yearned for my college dorm and the liberation that had come with it. But I also knew that I would have to let go of that.

Instead, I had to wait for the day of my arranged marriage. As the months closed in, the wedding drew closer, and I began to get anxious—needing pills to sleep.

I didn’t know how I was going to marry Danny, knowing only the bare minimum about him.

One morning, while pouring myself some cereal, I decided that I would dress like a homeless person and wait outside the restaurant that Danny was based at. I needed to see how he would react to someone in need.

As the car approached, I huddled into my disguise, my voice hoarse as Danny stepped out of the car.

“Excuse me, Sir,” I said. “Could you spare…”

Danny paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Ma’am, what do you need? I can’t just hand you money or food for the day. We need to help you long-term.”

My heart tightened.

“There’s a shelter not far from here,” he said. “I can take you there, my mother volunteers there, too. You’ll be safe there. You can get a meal, a shower, clean clothing, and we can talk about getting you on your feet.”

I stood up and pulled my shawl away, revealing myself to him.

“Nadia?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“I was testing you, Danny,” I said. “I wanted to see if you really are the person they say you are. I just needed to know. How else can I marry you?”

Danny looked stunned, then a wry smile spread across his face.

“I guess I should be honest too, then. I’ve been horrible on purpose, hoping you’d call off the wedding.”

His candidness took me aback.

“Why would you do that?” I asked.

Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair as he silenced his ringing phone.

“Because I thought it was all a farce. I didn’t want to be part of an arrangement. Not really. I knew that it needed to be done, because of my age. But I’ve wanted love. I’ve wanted to marry for love.”

As we sat down on a nearby bench, Danny opened up about his past.

“The parents you met are my adopted parents. My mother died when I was very young, and they took me in. I’ve built my entire persona to help people who are where I once was. It’s not just philanthropy—it’s personal.”

His words echoed in the cold air—each syllable heavy with emotion.

“Yes, I am successful. But I never wanted to use that success as leverage for a marriage. I wanted someone to see me, not my money or my past.”

We talked through the evening, unraveling the misunderstandings and the pressure from our families. It was the first time we truly connected, seeing each other beyond the expectations set upon us.

From iconic supermodels like Adriana Lima and Kate Moss to groundbreaking figures like Alex Consani and the Hadid sisters, the Victoria’s Secret 2024 Fashion Show was full of memorable fashion moments. But the question remains: who made the best-dressed list and who fell short?

The Victoria’s Secret 2024 Fashion Show delivered a night to remember, filled with fashion-forward statements and stunning celebrity appearances. Fans eagerly awaited to see how the stars would embrace the event’s glamour and they weren’t disappointed.

However, while social media users felt some celebrities dazzled in breathtaking ensembles that perfectly matched the runway’s high-energy vibe, other celebrities took risks that didn’t quite hit the mark.

Best Dressed – Adriana Lima

Adriana Lima captivated the runway at the Victoria’s Secret 2024 Fashion Show with an electrifying ensemble. The iconic supermodel donned a striking black and pink checked bodysuit that exuded confidence.

The crisscrossed black straps added a daring touch, accentuating her toned figure. Metallic, butterfly-inspired wings that shimmered under the lights completed the look, giving her an ethereal, yet fierce, presence.

Her black heels, adorned with fur accents, tied the outfit together with a playful, avant-garde edge. Social media users praised Lima, celebrating her bold choice and remarkable runway presence.

“She is STUNNING,” one person shared. Another typed, “Wow, she looks absolutely fabulous! She had put on so much weight after the show ended & I’m not saying that to be mean, I wonder how she did it.” A third simply added, “Perfection!”

Best Dressed – Cher

Cher, though not a model on the runway, certainly made a bold statement at the fashion show with an avant-garde outfit that was both edgy and unique. She paired a long, oversized black blazer with wide-leg leather pants, featuring a patchwork design in muted tones of gray and burgundy.

Underneath, the legendary singer wore a mesh top that added a daring touch to the ensemble, while chunky accessories and layered belts gave her look a rock star edge. Cher’s flowing, blonde waves and understated makeup balanced the boldness of her outfit.

Social media buzzed with reactions to her fashion-forward choice, with one person commenting, “She looks great.” Many shared the sentiment that the musician looked “fantastic,” and while some accused Cher of having a lot of plastic surgery, one person typed, “Cher looks gorgeous.”

Best Dressed – Kate Moss

Kate Moss, a seasoned runway veteran, returned to the Victoria’s Secret 2024 Fashion Show with an outfit that captured both elegance and drama. Moss wore a sheer black lace gown, featuring intricate floral designs that gave a seductive, yet classy vibe.

The deep slit on one side added a daring touch, while her towering black heels elongated her frame, enhancing her supermodel stature. Bold, voluminous black wings made from layers of tulle completed the look, giving her a striking angelic presence with an edgy twist.

As always, Moss’s presence on the runway was met with excitement from fans, with one social media user writing in part, “She looks stunning and good for her!” Another person commented, “She looks healthy and beautiful.”

While others speculated whether Moss was pregnant, another social media user typed in part, “She’s still got it!” Another added, “She looks great!! She is 50!!”

Best Dressed – Alex Consani

Alex Consani turned heads at the fashion show, making history as one of the first transgender models to walk the iconic runway. She graced the stage in a shimmering two-piece set, featuring a sparkling silver crop top and matching high-waisted bottoms.

Her ethereal look was completed with oversized angel wings, crafted in soft lavender hues that gave her a celestial aura. The ensemble, paired with glittering strappy heels, perfectly highlighted her statuesque figure.

Consani’s walk not only cemented her place in the fashion world but also marked a significant milestone for inclusivity in the modeling industry. Social media lit up with admiration, as one person shared, “ALEX. That’s queen right there.” “I didn’t knew Alex was a trans girl, go girlll [sic],” someone else added.

Best Dressed – Valentina Sampaio

Valentina Sampaio, the second transgender model to make history at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, graced the runway in a sleek and daring ensemble. She wore a black, shimmering lingerie set, which she paired with a dramatic mesh skirt, adding an extra layer of allure.

The outfit was completed with oversized, structured black wings that mimicked a ribbon, giving the look a modern and edgy vibe. Sampaio’s voluminous curls framed her face, adding a touch of glamor to the fierce outfit.

Her strappy, jewel-encrusted heels elevated the look, making her appearance one of the standout moments of the night. Fans celebrated her and Cosani’s monumental appearances, with one person commenting, “Queens!” Another typed, “Both STUNNINGGGGG.”

Best Dressed – Aaron Rose Philip

Aaron Rose Philip, a model and advocate for disability rights, made a powerful appearance at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. Known for breaking barriers as a transgender model with cerebral palsy, Philip has been a trailblazer in promoting inclusivity and diversity within the fashion industry.

For the event, she looked radiant in a delicate white silk dress featuring intricate lace details and ruffles, adding both elegance and softness to her look. Her pixie haircut and bold makeup further accentuated her striking presence on the pink carpet.

Philip’s participation in the event marked another step forward for representation, as her presence challenged traditional beauty standards and inspired a wave of admiration.

Worst Dressed – Tyra Banks

Tyra Banks made a striking appearance at the Victoria’s Secret 2024 Fashion Show, wearing a black bodysuit embellished with sparkling details. She paired the outfit with a long cape, lined with a silver mosaic pattern, which added a dramatic flair to her look.

The ensemble featured a structured waist cincher that accentuated her silhouette. While the outfit was a bold choice, it sparked negative reactions from some social media users, with one person sharing, “She’s a gorgeous woman but who styled her?? Just bad. She should have shined with wings.”

“I’m not going to comment on a women’s body. I just don’t like the looks. I thought her outfit wasn’t the best it looks like Peg from Married with Children with a cape. Not sexy not supportive [sic],” another person commented.

“Didn’t like hair any of it. None of the outfits I thought were hitting the right places. Whole show a miss for me. (just my opinion) [sic],” they continued. “That hair!! Not a good style on her,” another added. A fourth typed, “Whoever is her stylist should be fired…this look aged her.”

Worst Dressed – Bella Hadid

Bella Hadid took to the runway in a bold red ensemble that made a lasting impression. She wore a striking red lingerie set, consisting of a scalloped bra and matching high-cut briefs.

The outfit was elevated by an extravagant, feathered cape in deep shades of red and purple, creating a dramatic contrast against the minimalism of the lingerie. Hadid completed the look with red strappy heels that accentuated her toned figure and confident walk.

Gigi Hadid brought two distinct looks to the 2024 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. In her first outfit, Hadid took on a softer, more ethereal aesthetic. She wore a flowing, pastel pink bodysuit with a plunging neckline, paired with delicate pink angel wings.

The gentle color palette and the fluidity of the fabric gave her an almost dreamlike appearance. The addition of sparkling, strappy heels tied the look together, ensuring that Hadid’s versatility and elegance were on full display throughout the event.

In her second outfit, the supermodel embraced a vibrant red ensemble, wearing a striking, lace-up bodysuit paired with oversized, ruffled feather wings. The bold red tones and playful volume of the wings gave the look a theatrical flair, making Hadid stand out as she confidently strutted down the runway.

Her sleek hairstyle and statement earrings completed the bold look, adding a modern and polished edge. However, some social media users were not fans of her and her sister’s looks.

“The circus is back in town,” one person commented. Another added, “I’m no super model but the both look awkward. They are beautiful but not a lot of wow for me [sic].” A third typed, “I honestly think none of them looked like Angels, they all looked graceless and clunky, those costumes must’ve been super heavy!”

Worst Dressed – Tyla

Tyla made a memorable impression on the pink carpet at the highly-anticipated fashion show in a daring, hot pink gown. The asymmetrical dress featured intricate cutouts, revealing a bold design that highlighted her curves.

Embellished with delicate beading and floral accents, the outfit had a unique blend of elegance and edginess. The dramatic slit in the skirt added a sensual touch, while the flowing fabric created a graceful silhouette.

Tyla completed the look with minimal jewelry and an effortlessly chic updo. Her outfit’s vibrant color and unconventional design sparked conversation, making Tyla a talked-about celebrity at the event. However, not everyone had good things to say.

“Why do they even bother to put on anything. Waiting for a classy lady on the red carpet,” one person commented. “Why do her clothes always look like ripped rags sewn together..” another added. “Will class ever come back in style?” a third asked.

Another person typed, “This is not fashion.” Another wrote, “One of those ‘look at me’ outfits.” A sixth social media user shared, “Why did she bother getting dressed? She leaves zero for the imagination. Sad she seeks so much attention.”

Worst Dressed – Ashley Graham

Ashley Graham was another iconic celebrity to walk on the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show 2024 runway, showcasing her confidence and body positivity in a sultry black lace bodysuit. The long-sleeved, corset-style lingerie highlighted her curves, while the sheer fabric added a touch of elegance.

Complementing the look was a pair of intricate black and gold wings, designed with floral motifs, which gave her a sophisticated presence. The model completed the ensemble with strappy black heels adorned with small bows, adding a delicate yet bold touch to her overall look.

However, not everyone was a fan of Graham’s outfit, as one social media user commented, “OMG. The fit in these pieces is SO bad. After so many years THIS is what they came up with?” Another person agreed, writing, “I thought the same.” A third person added, “All bad….not the models but the designs…hideous!”