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Even though some people criticized Zendaya’s Cher-inspired outfit, others praised her for it. Cher was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame just months after she expressed disappointment about not being recognized sooner.
At the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony in Cleveland, Ohio, on October 19, 2024, Zendaya paid tribute to the music legend Cher by wearing a sparkling dress. The 27-year-old actress and fashion icon spoke warmly about Cher, sharing her admiration for the artist.
Zendaya’s beaded gown featured a design that exposed her midriff, highlighting her fit figure.
Zendaya’s dress at the event featured criss-cross straps across her chest and had cutouts that made the gold and skin-colored gown look both bold and stylish. The design was daring yet chic.
Zendaya’s outfit paid homage to a famous look from the 1970s when Cher was known for her daring fashion choices and her own music and variety show.
Along with her stunning gown, Zendaya styled her long, sleek black hair with a perfect middle part. She wore golden stiletto heels that made her tall figure even more striking.
At one point, she added a luxurious white coat with gold embroidery to her outfit. She kept her accessories simple, adding just a bit of sparkle with her bracelets and ring.
In addition to taking solo photos, Zendaya posed with other stars like Dua Lipa and Cher, who wore an all-black outfit.
As the evening went on, Zendaya honored Cher with a heartfelt speech that resonated with everyone in the audience.
Standing confidently at the podium, Zendaya shared her admiration for Cher and the impact she has had on many generations.
“Thank you, Cher,” Zendaya began. “Thank you for being an advocate, for paving the way for many people to speak their truth and be open-hearted.”
Quoting Cher, Zendaya added, “‘You should never be inhibited by what people expect you to do.’ I hope we can all live by those words.”
While Zendaya’s tribute to Cher captivated the audience, her bold outfit sparked mixed reactions online. Many acknowledged her beauty, but some were not fond of her look.
One person commented, “She’s gorgeous, but this is too revealing.” Another asked, “Does she really need to be almost naked? She looks sad in it.”
Someone compared her outfit to a famous pop culture reference, saying, “Zendaya is beautiful, but the dress looks like a ‘Princess Leia’ costume. It leaves nothing to the imagination.”
Others were concerned about the message her outfit sent. “Beautiful, but why do talented women need to undress for attention?” questioned one comment.
Another person noted a trend among celebrities, saying, “Why do women feel like they have to be almost naked to be relevant? It feels wrong.”
Some people criticized the outfit for lacking creativity, with one commenter stating, “Women dressed like this acting ‘edgy’ is old and boring.”
Yet, amidst the criticism, some fans praised Zendaya. “Zendaya outdid herself! She looks absolutely stunning!” said one admirer.
Another fan embraced the Cher-inspired look, saying, “Total Cher vibes! Gorgeous!”
While Zendaya’s outfit sparked conversation, the main focus of the evening was Cher’s long-awaited induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.
Cher’s career spans seven decades, making her influence on music, film, and pop culture truly remarkable.
From her early days with Sonny Bono to becoming a solo superstar, Cher has continuously evolved and stayed relevant in the entertainment world.
During her acceptance speech, Cher spoke candidly about the challenges she has faced in her life and career, saying it was easier to get divorced twice than to receive this honor.
Despite the hurdles, Cher emphasized the importance of perseverance, stating, “The one thing that I have never done is give up.”
Her speech included personal stories, from her childhood dreams to her groundbreaking success with the song “Believe,” which changed the music industry.
Cher shared how the song came about almost by accident but became a defining moment for her.
With humility, she said, “I’m a good singer, not a great singer. You know what? I’ll take it.” At one point, she addressed the women in the audience.
Cher expressed admiration for women’s strength, saying, “We’ve been down and out, and we keep going. We are special.”
She concluded her speech by thanking her family and close friends.
Before this honor, Cher had expressed her frustration about not being inducted sooner. In December 2023, she appeared on “The Kelly Clarkson Show” and shared her feelings about the snub.
During the interview, Kelly praised Cher’s career, saying, “You have number ones spanning seven decades!” Cher replied, “Two of us have.”
When Kelly learned that Cher wasn’t in the Hall of Fame at that time, she was shocked. Cher responded sharply, “I wouldn’t be in it now if they gave me $1 million.”
However, when the time came for Cher to be inducted, she accepted the honor with gratitude and defiance.
In May 2024, ahead of the induction, Cher attended the premiere of “Bob Mackie: Naked Illusion,” where she expressed appreciation for those who supported her induction.
While talking to Entertainment Tonight, Cher thanked David Geffen and John Sykes for their efforts.
Yet, true to her style, she hinted that she would speak her mind at the ceremony. “I’m going to have some words to say. I’m going to accept it as me,” she added. Cher certainly did not hold back during her induction acceptance speech.
My Husband’s Ex-wife Banned Me from My Stepson’s Wedding That She Was Funding — If Only I Knew What Was Coming
Sometimes, the deepest hurt doesn’t come from strangers. It comes from family who never let you in. My heart shattered when my husband’s ex-wife banned me from my stepson’s wedding. But the morning of the big day, everything changed… and it started with a knock at my door.
Some nights, I used to just stare at our family photos and wonder where I fit. Twenty years of showing up, loving people who weren’t obligated to love me back, and still feeling like a visitor in my own family story… it hurt. A lot.
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I’m Claire, and I’ve been married to Daniel for nearly 20 years. His sons from a previous marriage — Ethan and Josh — came with the package: one a serious 10-year-old with trust issues and the other still in diapers.
I never tried to replace their mother, Sandra. God knows that would’ve been a battle lost before it began. Instead, I just… showed up. I made mac and cheese when they were hungry, held ice packs to bruised knees, and cheered at baseball games until my voice cracked.
I did the invisible work of mothering without the title.
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“Claire?” Daniel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he entered our bedroom. “Everything okay?”
I nodded, tucking the photo album away. “Just reminiscing. Hard to believe Ethan’s getting married next month.”
Daniel’s face softened as he sat beside me. “You’ve been amazing with the boys. You know that, right?”
“I try,” I whispered, not mentioning the text I’d received from Ethan’s fiancée, Clara, asking about flower arrangements… another wedding detail I was quietly helping with, and another moment where I felt both essential and invisible.
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“You more than try,” Daniel said, kissing my forehead. “You succeed.”
I smiled, but something in me ached. Because deep down, I wondered if Sandra would always have the last word on who belonged in this family and who didn’t.
“Clara asked about peonies versus roses for the wedding arch,” I said, changing the subject.
“And what did you tell her?”
“That her future mother-in-law was paying for the flowers, so perhaps she should ask Sandra.”
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Daniel’s eyebrows shot up and I laughed. “Just kidding! I told her peonies were worth the splurge. And then I offered to cover the difference.”
“Claire…?”
“It’s fine, Dan. I want to help. I want to be part of this.”
His eyes held mine, and I knew he understood what I wasn’t saying: I wanted to belong.
“You are part of this,” he said firmly. “No matter what anyone else thinks.”
***
The house smelled like rosemary and garlic as I pulled Daniel’s favorite roast from the oven. His birthday dinner was small—just us, the boys, and Clara. But it was perfect in its simplicity.
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“Need any help?” Ethan appeared in the kitchen doorway, tall and so much like his father it sometimes took my breath away.
“You could open the wine, dear,” I suggested, nodding toward the bottle I’d splurged on.
He moved around the kitchen with easy familiarity, and my heart swelled. This was the boy who once refused to eat anything I cooked, convinced I was trying to poison him because Sandra had planted the idea.
“Thanks for doing all this, Claire!”
“It’s your dad’s birthday. Of course I’d cook.”
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“No, I mean… everything. All these years.” His voice had a rawness to it that made me stop what I was doing. “I wasn’t always… I didn’t make it easy.”
I wiped my hands on a dish towel and started chopping the vegetables. “You were a kid whose parents divorced. There’s nothing easy about that.”
“Still…”
I smiled at him. “You turned out pretty great, so I must’ve done something right.”
“Dad says you’re the reason I didn’t become a complete jerk.”
I laughed. “High praise.”
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The doorbell rang, and Ethan glanced at his watch. “That’ll be Clara. She’s always fifteen minutes early to everything.”
“Unlike someone I know who was chronically late to school drop-off,” I teased.
He grinned as he left to answer the door. “Hey, at least I showed up. Eventually.”
***
Dinner was a joyful affair. Josh, now 21, put his phone down and engaged in conversation. Clara showed us pictures of the venue Sandra had booked—a stunning lakeside manor that cost more than my first car.
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“The flowers should arrive by noon,” she chirped, “and the caterer promised those little crab puffs you loved at the tasting, Ethan.”
The doorbell rang again as we were finishing dessert.
“That’s probably Mom,” Josh said, already half out of his chair. “She said she’d drop by.”
My shoulders tensed automatically. Sandra and I had a carefully choreographed dance of civility that required precise timing and minimal interaction. Usually, she waited in the car.
Not tonight.
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“Happy birthday, Daniel,” she said, her voice cool as she swept into our dining room like she owned it. Her eyes flickered over me without acknowledgment.
“Thanks, Sandra,” Daniel replied, his tone equally measured.
Clara, bless her heart, tried to ease the tension. “Sandra! Perfect timing! I was just showing everyone the photos from our dress shopping trip. Look at this one…”
She held out her phone, and Sandra’s face transformed into a warm smile that never seemed directed at me.
“You look stunning!” Sandra cooed.
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“Oh, and we need to finalize the seating chart. I was thinking about the girls’ day we planned… me, you, my mom, my maid of honor… and Claire!” Clara added enthusiastically, winking at me from across the table.
The air in the room shifted. I felt it before I saw that slight hardening around Sandra’s eyes and the tightening of her perfectly glossed lips.
“Oh,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “no need to plan anything for Claire. She won’t need a dress.”
The silence didn’t just sit in the room… it settled in our chests, thick and uneasy.
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Clara’s smile faltered. “What do you mean?”
Sandra’s gaze never left Clara’s face, as if I wasn’t even there. “I’m paying for the venue, dear. I decide who comes.” Finally, she glanced at me, her eyes cold. “And she’s NOT family.”
I’d weathered years of Sandra’s subtle jabs, her backhanded compliments, and the way she’d “forget” to include me in conversations about the boys.
But this was different. This was public. Deliberate. And heartbreaking.
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I looked at Ethan, silently pleading, but his eyes were fixed on his plate. Clara looked stunned, her mouth slightly open but no words came out.
Daniel’s face flushed with anger. “Sandra, that’s enough—”
“It’s alright,” I interrupted softly, placing my hand on his arm. “They should do what they need to do.”
I stood up, gathered the dessert plates and cups, and walked to the kitchen with as much dignity as I could muster. My hands trembled as I set the dishes in the sink. I gripped the counter edge, breathing deeply and willing myself not to cry.
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Through the closed door, I could hear raised voices—Daniel’s anger, Josh’s indignation, and Sandra’s cold rebuttals. I wanted to disappear and become as invisible as Sandra had always treated me.
Minutes later, the kitchen door swung open. It was Josh.
“She’s gone. Dad told her to leave.” He came closer, awkwardly patting my shoulder. “This is bull****, Claire. Everyone knows that.”
I forced a smile. “It’s okay, buddy. It’s not your problem to fix.”
“But it’s not fair! You’re more of a mom to us than…”
“Hey,” I cut him off gently. “She’s your mother. No matter what happens between her and me, that doesn’t change.”
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He looked down, scuffing his sneaker against the tile. “Are you coming to the wedding?”
I swallowed hard. “Let’s not worry about that right now.”
***
The weeks that followed felt like walking on cracked ice. Daniel wanted to confront Sandra and demand she apologize.
Ethan called once, stumbling through an uncomfortable conversation where he never quite addressed what had happened but talked around it.
Clara sent texts about other wedding details as if nothing had changed.
I made my peace with it. Or tried to. I told myself it didn’t matter and that I could celebrate with Ethan and Clara privately, before or after the ceremony. I told myself not to buy a dress, ask questions, and make this harder for anyone.
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The morning of the wedding dawned clear and perfect. Daniel left early to help Ethan get ready. I was alone, still in my pajamas, nursing a cup of coffee and my wounded pride, when I heard car doors slamming in our driveway.
Not just one car. There were five.
Curious, I peered through the window. A line of black SUVs had pulled up, and people were unloading equipment, makeup cases, garment bags, and hair styling tools.
I opened the front door, coffee mug still in hand, utterly confused.
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A woman with a clipboard approached me. “Claire? I’m Mia. We’re here to get you ready for the wedding.”
I stared at her. “There must be some mistake.”
“No mistake,” came a voice from behind the small crowd. Ethan stepped forward, looking handsome and nervous in his tux pants and undershirt.
“E-Ethan? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at the…”
“Can we come in, Claire?”
I nodded mutely, stepping aside as the parade of stylists entered my home. Ethan guided me to the living room, away from the commotion.
“What’s happening, son?”
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His eyes were red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept. “I couldn’t do it, Claire. I couldn’t get married without you there. We told Mom we didn’t need her money. We canceled the venue.”
“Oh my God! You canceled your dream wedding?”
“No. We canceled Mom’s version of our wedding. Clara’s parents helped, and Dad… Dad stepped up big time. It’s not the same thing.”
He took my hands in his. “You’ve been there for every important moment of my life since I was ten years old. You helped me with homework. You taught me to drive. You listened when Dad and I fought, and you never took sides. You showed up, Claire. Every single day.”
Tears welled in my eyes.
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“I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything that night,” he continued. “I was shocked, and I… I didn’t want to hurt anyone. But then I realized I was hurting you by saying nothing. And that wasn’t okay.”
I pulled him into a hug, holding him tight like I had when he was younger. “You don’t have to explain, son.”
“Yes, I do,” he insisted, drawing back to look at me. “Because you deserve to hear this: You belong at my wedding. You’re family. Not because you married my dad, but because you earned that place in my life… and in my heart. You’re my mother.”
The tears I’d been holding back for weeks finally spilled over.
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“Now,” he said, wiping his eyes and attempting a smile, “there’s a team of people waiting to make you even more beautiful than you already are, and a car coming in two hours to take you to a garden where I’m getting married. Will you be there?”
“Yes!” I whispered. “Yes, of course.”
***
The garden was breathtaking—simple but elegant, with white chairs arranged in neat rows and an arch covered in the peonies I’d suggested to Clara.
As Daniel walked me to my seat in the front row, I spotted Sandra immediately. She was sitting on the bride’s side, her back straight and her face impassive. Our eyes met briefly, and I felt a flicker of the old insecurity.
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Then Clara’s father appeared at my side. “Claire? Would you mind sitting here?” He gestured to a reserved seat in the first row on the groom’s side… directly opposite Sandra.
As the ceremony began and Ethan took his place at the altar, he looked out at the gathered guests. His eyes found mine, and he smiled… that same smile I’d seen when he aced his first math test, when he got his driver’s license, and when he graduated college.
Right then, I understood something profound: Family isn’t just about blood or legal documents. It’s about showing up. It’s about quiet love that asks for nothing in return. It’s about knowing where you belong… even when others try to tell you that you don’t.
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Sandra never spoke to me that day. She acted as if I didn’t exist. But for the first time in 20 years, her opinion of me didn’t matter.
Because I wasn’t there as Daniel’s wife or Ethan’s stepmother or even as Sandra’s replacement.
I was there as Claire. The woman who showed up. The woman who stayed. The woman who, after all these years, finally understood that she didn’t need anyone’s permission to be family.
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