Even in his 70s, Richard Gere still makes women swoon. Earlier this month, he attended an event wearing a black tuxedo. His wife, Alejandra Silva, 41, joined him in a sparkling cream and silver dress.
The couple attended the Zurich Film Festival in Switzerland. Gere looked sharp in his black tux, white shirt, and bow tie.
Silva’s sleeveless dress showed off her toned arms and glowing skin. She wore silver heels, and together, they walked the red carpet arm-in-arm, looking very happy.
While many love the couple, some had different opinions. One person commented, “She’s much younger, but hey, it’s their life. I don’t like her dress here.”
Others noticed something else interesting. One person wrote, “I thought it was Julia Roberts,” while another said, “She kinda looks like Julia Roberts.”
These comments are even more intriguing because of the connection Gere has with Julia Roberts. The two starred together in the hit 1990 movie, *Pretty Woman*.
Just like the chemistry Gere had with Roberts on-screen, he shares the same spark with his wife in real life. Alejandra Silva has expressed her deep love for Gere, saying, “I never thought I’d find a man so perfect for me. I have no words to describe my happiness.”
She has also talked about their age difference, saying she doesn’t feel it because Gere is so active. In fact, she sometimes struggles to keep up with him! Silva humorously added, “He has promised me at least 20 good years!”
Silva also said that she gives Gere the stability he needs. She shared, “It helped that I wasn’t an actress or a model. I never had any interest in that. What has brought us closest is our desire to help others in need, our commitment to Buddhism, and our support for the Tibetan people.”
She mentioned that Gere appreciates and values her work as a humanitarian. Besides his wife, Gere is often joined by his son, Homer Gere, who he shares with his ex-wife Carey Lowell.
The father and son were recently seen arriving at the 81st Venice Film Festival by a small boat. A video shared on social media showed Gere and Homer happily waving to the cheering crowd.
We send our best wishes to Richard Gere, his wife, and his son. Share this with other fans of the actor who might want to learn more about his life and recent public appearances.
MY LATE GRANDMA’S NEIGHBOR ACCUSED ME OF HIDING “HER SHARE OF THE WILL” — WHEN SHE REFUSED TO LEAVE, I GAVE HER A REALITY CHECK.
The morning sun, usually a welcome sight, cast harsh shadows on the woman standing on my porch, her face a mask of indignation. Mrs. Gable, Grandma’s “entitled neighbor,” as she so lovingly referred to her, was a force of nature, and not a particularly pleasant one.
“How long am I supposed to wait for my share of the will?!” she demanded, her voice a grating rasp that could curdle milk. “My grandkids are coming over, and I want them to take their part of the inheritance before they leave!”
I blinked, trying to process the sheer audacity of her statement. “Mrs. Gable,” I said, my voice calm despite the rising tide of annoyance, “Grandma’s will… it doesn’t mention you.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed into slits. “Nonsense! We were like family! She wouldn’t leave me out.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but everything in the house now belongs to me.”
I offered a small concession. “I’ve packed some boxes for donation. You’re welcome to look through them, see if there’s anything you want.”
“Donation boxes?!” she shrieked. “Your grandma was like family to us! We had to be mentioned in the will. Give it to me! I have to see for myself.”
“I can’t do that,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “The will is a legal document.”
She planted her feet, a stubborn look on her face. “Then I’m not leaving. I’ll just stand here until you give me what’s mine.” She proceeded to stand directly in front of my porch, peering into my windows and muttering under her breath.
I sighed. This was getting ridiculous. I needed to give this woman a reality check, a gentle but firm reminder that she wasn’t entitled to anything.
I went inside, grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper, and returned to the porch. Mrs. Gable watched me, her eyes filled with suspicion.
“What’s that?” she asked, her voice laced with distrust.
“I’m writing you a bill,” I said, my voice deliberately casual.
“A bill? For what?”
“For services rendered,” I said, scribbling on the paper. “Let’s see… ‘Consultation regarding inheritance, one hour… $100.'”
Mrs. Gable’s face turned a shade of purple I didn’t think possible. “Are you serious?!”
“Perfectly,” I said, adding another line. “‘Unauthorized surveillance of private property, one hour… $50.'”
“That’s outrageous!” she sputtered.
“And,” I continued, adding a final line, “‘Emotional distress caused by unwarranted demands, one hour… $150.'” I handed her the paper. “That’ll be $300, Mrs. Gable.”
She snatched the paper from my hand, her eyes scanning the ludicrous list. “You can’t do this!”
“Actually, I can,” I said, a smile playing on my lips. “And if you don’t pay, I’ll have to add late fees.”
She crumpled the paper in her fist, her face a mask of fury. “You’re just like your grandma!” she hissed. “Entitled and selfish!”
“Perhaps,” I said, “but I’m also practical. And I value my peace of mind.”
She glared at me for a moment, then turned and stomped off the porch, muttering about lawyers and lawsuits. I watched her go, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
Later that day, as I sorted through Grandma’s belongings, I found a small, velvet-lined box tucked away in a drawer. Inside was a handwritten note, addressed to me.
“My dearest grandchild,” it read, “I know Mrs. Gable can be… persistent. Remember, you owe no one anything. Your happiness is your own. And sometimes, a little bit of absurdity is the best way to deal with entitlement.”
I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. Grandma had known exactly what to do. And she had left me the perfect tool to handle it. I had learned a valuable lesson that day: sometimes, the best way to deal with entitled people is to meet their absurdity with your own. And a little bit of humor never hurts.
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