In a move that has beauty enthusiasts and royal watchers buzzing with excitement, Meghan Markle, has announced plans to launch her very own makeup brand. With her impeccable sense of style, natural elegance, and commitment to authenticity, Meghan is about to bring a fresh perspective to the beauty industry.
In a recent trademark application for her lifestyle brand, American Riviera Orchard, it’s been revealed that Meghan is expanding her brand to include cosmetics and beauty products, signaling her intent to carve a niche in the beauty industry.
But the news of Meghan Markle’s venture into the cosmetics world comes as no surprise to those who have followed her journey. Even before her days in the royal spotlight, Meghan has always been an advocate of natural beauty and self-expression. From her early acting career to her philanthropic endeavors, Meghan has consistently emphasized the importance of feeling confident in one’s own skin.
Among the beauty products listed in the trademark application are fragrance sachets, skin care preparations, bath and shower gels, hair care products, body creams, cosmetics, and more. From indulgent bath oils to rejuvenating body lotions, Meghan’s brand promises to deliver a sensorial experience that embodies her spirit of self-care and self-expression.
Meghan’s venture into the beauty industry comes at a time when consumers are increasingly seeking authenticity, sustainability, and inclusivity in the products they purchase. By using her platform and influence, Meghan has the opportunity to shape the future of beauty and make a positive impact on the lives of individuals around the world.
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A Hidden Room, A Dark Secret: What We Uncovered Forced Us to Leave Our Home
We had no idea that our recently acquired dream home would completely upend our life until we discovered a hidden area. We had to move out as a result of what we discovered inside, but we had no idea that this nightmare would bring about an unforeseen turn of events.
I never imagined that I would wake up in a horror movie, yet that is exactly where I am. For years, Jack and I had been saving money to purchase our first house. I was ecstatic when we eventually received the keys. We immediately got to work on the improvements, with me leading the way while Jack concentrated on his task.
“Liv, you sure you’re okay managing all this?” The night before the renovations started, Jack inquired. Encircled by boxes, we reclined on our air mattress that we had borrowed.
I rolled my eyes. “I can handle this. Mr. Big Shot, you put your work first.”
Jack laughed and drew me in. “All right, all right. Just don’t enjoy yourself excessively without me.”
Everything was normal on Tuesday morning, until it changed. As I was enjoying my coffee and browsing through my phone, Carlos, the leader of our renovation team, contacted me.
He exclaimed, “Olivia, you gotta see this.”
Curious about what they’d discovered, I strolled over. Carlos gestured to a piece of the wall they had recently demolished. There was a door there, concealed by years of paint and drywall.
I said, “What do you think it is?”
Carlos gave a shrug. “I have no idea. Would you like to open it?”
I reached for the doorknob and nodded. I opened the creaking door and looked inside. My enthusiasm soon gave way to fear. Shuddering, I slammed the door shut.
“What’s wrong?” Carlos enquired, his expression filled with worry.
I was unable to talk. Reaching for my phone, I punched in Jack’s number. He detected the third ring.
“Hi Liv. What’s going on?”
“Jack, you must return home. Right now.”
“What? Why? Is everything in order?
Taking a deep breath, I tried to control my voice. Something was discovered inside the home. You must view it.
Jack didn’t dispute, so he must have heard the panic in my voice. “I’m on my way.”
I paced back and forth in front of the secret entrance while I waited for Jack. Although Carlos and his team continued to work, I could sense their wondering looks.
“You okay, Olivia?” Carlos paused his efforts to ask.
I nodded, not believing I could talk. My mind was buzzing with ideas. And what if it was a haunted house? What if we had discovered a sinister secret?
Jack was panting heavily when he got there. “Olivia, what’s going on?”
Taking his hand, I guided him towards the entrance. I remarked, “Look,” and carefully opened it.
Jack gasped in shock at what he saw. There were ancient garments in the concealed area that had originally been a closet. The worst part, though, wasn’t that. Insects crawled all over, and mold covered the garments. There was an overpowering smell, and spiders had taken up residence in the corners.
Jack mumbled, “Holy —,” and slammed the door. “How long has that been there?”
I gave a headshake. “I’m not sure. It was never brought up by the realtor.”
For a few while, we stood there in quiet, taking in what we had just witnessed. At last, Jack said something.
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