During a Parisian outing with their mother, Emme Muniz, showed off a fashion accessory that had everyone talking – flesh tunnels.
The 16-year-old child of Jennifer Lopez set the internet abuzz when they stepped out with black piercings in their stretched earlobes.
While the “Jenny From The Block” singer opted for a chic look, her teen went for an edgier look, an aesthetic they’ve been working on for several years.
“[Emme] is into experimenting with different hair colors and quirky makeup techniques,” a source told Life & Style in December 2021. Despite having “varying tastes in fashion,” Emme and Lopez still enjoy helping each other find the perfect outfit.
When photos of the child-mother duo began to circulate online, many wondered what happened with Emme.
Jеnnifеr Lореz’s 16-yеаr-оld Еmmе’s lаrgе blасk рiеrсings sеts intеrnеt аbuzz
During a Parisian outing with their mother, Emme Muniz, showed off a fashion accessory that had everyone talking – flesh tunnels.
The 16-year-old child of Jennifer Lopez set the internet abuzz when they stepped out with black piercings in their stretched earlobes.
While the “Jenny From The Block” singer opted for a chic look, her teen went for an edgier look, an aesthetic they’ve been working on for several years.
“[Emme] is into experimenting with different hair colors and quirky makeup techniques,” a source told Life & Style in December 2021. Despite having “varying tastes in fashion,” Emme and Lopez still enjoy helping each other find the perfect outfit.
When photos of the child-mother duo began to circulate online, many wondered what happened with Emme.
“Not very feminine, looks likе a dude”
“She’s rebelling against her Mother can’t wait to read that book!!”
“Some celebrity kids are doomed“
“She needs to pay more attention to her children and not be so self absorbed .”
“JLo must be dying inside.”
I Paid an Actor to Be My ‘Groom’ at a Fake Wedding to Get Revenge on My Ex, but Then We Had a Dramatic Plot Twist
I hired an actor to be my “groom” at a fake wedding, all to get revenge on my cheating ex. But as we stood at the altar, exchanging fake vows and a not-so-fake kiss, I never could have predicted how this elaborate charade would completely upend my life.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to stage a fake wedding for revenge. But there I was, staring at my phone, scrolling through photos of Charlie and Samantha’s latest date night. My stomach churned.
“Screw this,” I muttered, tossing my phone aside. That’s when the idea hit me. If Charlie wanted to flaunt his new relationship, I’d show him I could do one better.
I called my cousin Tess. “Hey, you still friends with that actor guy?”
“Ryan? Yeah, why?”
“I need a favor. A big one.”
Two days later, I was sitting across from Ryan in a coffee shop, outlining my ridiculous plan.
“So let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé at a fake wedding?”
I nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous. “I know it sounds crazy, but —”
“I’m in,” Ryan interrupted, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Sounds like fun.”
Over the next few weeks, I threw myself into wedding planning. Dress shopping, venue booking, inviting friends who were in on the plan — it was exhausting but exhilarating.
“You sure about this, Nat?” my friend Kira asked as we picked out flowers.
“Absolutely,” I lied, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
I nodded, and our lips met. It was just acting, I told myself, ignoring the unexpected flutter in my chest.
After the ceremony, we posed for countless photos. Ryan’s arm around my waist felt oddly comforting.
“You’re a natural,” I murmured as we smiled for another shot.
“What can I say? I’m a method actor,” he winked.
That night, I posted a flurry of wedding photos on social media. “Found my true love,” I captioned one. “New beginnings,” on another.
“Are you sure about this?” Kira asked when I told her. “It’s not just part of the act?”
“It’s real,” I assured her. “Unexpected, but real.”
Things were going great until Charlie found out. He started spreading rumors that our relationship was a sham, that I was paying Ryan to be with me.
When Ryan heard, he was upset. “I thought we were past all this,” he said, his voice tight.
“We are!” I insisted. “Charlie’s just being a jerk.”
I smiled, watching Ryan chat animatedly with the photographer. “Sometimes the craziest plans lead to the best outcomes,” I mused.
As I reflect on everything that’s happened, I can’t help but marvel at the journey. What started as a misguided attempt at revenge led me to true love and personal growth I never expected.
Life has a funny way of working out sometimes. And while I wouldn’t recommend staging a fake wedding as a path to happiness, I can’t regret the choices that led me here — to Ryan, to love, and to a future brighter than I ever imagined.
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