Paris Hilton is no stranger to taking risks when it comes to fashion, and this Tuesday night, all eyes were on her as she walked the red carpet at the Fashion Trust U.S. Awards. While many fans gushed over her fabulous cutout outfit, others were more skeptical about her overall look.
The 43-year-old socialite made waves at the second annual Fashion Trust U.S. Awards, sporting a striking black blazer dress with numerous intricate cutouts.
Hilton dazzled in her avant-garde Mugler ensemble, characterized by sharp shoulders, a cinched waist, and a structured skirt that elegantly draped over a black underlay, revealing glimpses of skin.
The star swept her blonde locks into a sleek bun with a side-swept bang framing her face, opting for understated jewelry—a pair of diamond studs and her eye-catching engagement ring from husband Carter Ruem.
Fans on social media showered Paris with compliments for her outfit selection and her chic all-black ensemble, affectionately referring to her as «Queen». One commenter wrote, ’’I like the edgy look on you,’’ while another exclaimed, ’’I have no words! Ok, I have three: hot, strong, and smart!’’
But as always, opinions varied, and not everyone was fully a fan of Hilton’s appearance. One person noted that her look is making her appear ’’so manly’’, and wondered ’’what happened to her??’’
While another online user speculated that the star appeared uncomfortable, remarking, ’’I don’t think Paris is feeling her outfit.’’
A third wrote, ’’You’d think with age and two children that she’d have outgrown dressing like this.’’
We’ll add our voice to those praising Paris Hilton’s stunning appearance, as she radiates on the red carpet.
Dakota Johnson is another celebrity who recently sparked debate online due to her bold outfit choice. Check out her dress here and share your thoughts with us.
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Husband Ridicules Antique Egg Wife Purchased at Flea Market, So She Requests He Unwrap It
My husband once teased me for buying a small enameled egg at a flea market, but he was in for a surprise. I have always loved visiting flea markets, drawn to the idea of sifting through other people’s discarded items to find hidden treasures. This passion started when I was eleven, spending summers with my grandmother in New England. We would explore every flea market and street fair we could find, searching for what she called “preloved jewels”.
Even as a mother and grandmother now, nothing excites me more than rummaging through various stalls, hoping to find something special among the ordinary. My husband, Sam, is a kind and hardworking man, but he doesn’t understand my obsession. He often refers to my finds as “hoarder junk”, which sometimes causes tension between us. Despite his criticisms, I have no intention of giving up my weekend adventures with a budget of $20, determined to uncover a hidden gem.
Recently, Sam surprised me by asking to join me on one of my trips. It all started a month ago when I visited a nearby town’s street fair. I felt a thrill of excitement as I approached a modest display of knickknacks. Among the items was a small porcelain and enamel egg, roughly the size of a real egg. It wasn’t particularly beautiful, but I was drawn to it.
When I asked the seller how much it cost, he said $25. I gasped dramatically and offered him $5. After some back-and-forth, I convinced him to sell it to me for $10, and I felt a sense of victory as I tucked it away. After browsing a bit more, I headed home with my treasure in hand.
When I got home, I greeted Sam, who was skeptical about my find. He turned the egg over in his hands and discovered it was labeled “Made in Hong Kong”. He laughed and said I had been tricked. I felt a wave of disappointment but insisted that I liked it and heard something shifting inside.
With a quick motion, Sam pried the egg open, revealing a tiny bundle of red silk. As I carefully unwrapped it, I discovered a stunning pair of earrings nestled within. Although I initially thought they were just good fakes, Sam was convinced they were real diamonds after testing them with his breath, which didn’t fog up the clear center stone.
Excited, Sam suggested we take the earrings to a jeweler for appraisal. Despite my concern about the cost, we went to the mall, and the jeweler confirmed that they were indeed diamonds set in 18-carat white gold, possibly worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My head spun when he said they could be valued at around three million dollars at auction.
Incredibly, the earrings sold for three million! We now have a lovely nest egg in the bank, and the porcelain egg proudly sits on the mantel of our new home. Sam, once a skeptic, has become an enthusiastic flea market companion, joining me in the hunt for more treasures. We may not have found that Van Gogh yet, but we remain hopeful!
This story teaches us that one person’s trash can truly become another’s treasure. It also reminds us to respect and support each other’s interests—Sam’s mockery of my hobby turned into appreciation when we discovered the earrings together.
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