Demi Moore, 61, Ditches Her Criticized Long Hair: Fans React to Her New ‘So Flattering’ Sleek Hairdo
Demi Moore showcased a new slicked-back hairdo that hid her long black hair, and fans appreciated seeing her strands out of her face. The actress’ hairstyle almost looked like a mohawk, with a bit of volume at the top and super sleek sides. She wrapped her hair in a tight bun, perfectly complementing her white gown.
Before even noticing her stunning white gown, fans were mesmerized by the new hair look. One commenter expressed their excitement, writing, “Finally that scraggly hair is gone, if even for a moment.”
Another netizen enjoyed Moore’s elegant look, stating, “Love the details on this. It’s fun and elegant. I know we’re used to seeing Demi with her hair down for events, but up is so flattering here. Bravo! 👏”
Although the sleek bun look needed a bit of getting used to for some viewers, they still loved it. “So strange to see you with your hair tied up after all these looks with the long sleek hair down but still gagging ❤️,” wrote one commenter. Another person added, “The hair back for a change is gorgeous.”
Moore’s new hairstyle outshone even the stunning gown she wore. The dress featured a draped neckline with rhinestone details around her shoulders and waist.
She paired the elegant look with silver heels to match the gems and dainty diamond earrings. She also kept her makeup simple to let her hair and dress stand out
The actress’s new slicked-back bun is a trend that has dominated the beauty community over the past decade. This hairstyle has been a top choice among those who favor the “cool girl aesthetic.” It is usually paired with minimal makeup and gives a more polished finish to any look.
Celebrity hairstylist Kathleen Riley praises the style, saying, “To me, it’s a powerful hairstyle. It shows off the face beautifully and is simple yet elegant.”
This hairstyle has become a staple for many people, as it is also universal and works with every hair texture. “It’s quick, easy, requires very little technique, and is a great way to have a low-manipulation protective style,” adds hairstylist Dimitris Giannetos.
However, Demi Moore did not adopt the trendy hairdo until recently, as fans know her for rocking her long black hair. In some instances, internet users have not always loved her hair, especially when styled for red-carpet looks.
For instance, Moore’s recent gown for the Cannes Film Festival was criticized for its unusual design and how her hair was styled with it. This was the actress’ first appearance at the prestigious event in 27 years. She attended “The Substance” premiere in a gorgeous silver mermaid gown.
The gown had an arrowed segment popping straight out on her left side and was styled with silver and diamond earrings and a necklace. The statement dress also featured a neckline that showed a bit of her cleavage.
Demi Moore posed on the red carpet with a smile on her face, showcasing her famous cheekbones. The actress’s photos in this outfit were shared online stirring a heated discussion, primarily centered around her bold fashion choices.
Some comments focused on the gown’s unusual design, including the exaggerated appendage that many fans found puzzling. One critic quipped, “She’s good but what in gods name is that appendage shooting out of her dress.”
Another user wondered why Moore went for that dress remarking, “Demi can poke an eye out with that dress!” Furthermore, an unimpressed fan mocked the dress, noting that its unique design seemed to be saying, “The exit is that way 👉🏻.” Another chimed in bluntly, “Weird dress!”
In addition to her striking gown, Moore’s long hair also drew significant attention, with some fans saying that her hairstyle was too extravagant for her age.
“Her hair is too much,” one person noted, while another concurred, “Yes agreed… 👍 needs to be put up in a bun… not appropriate for her age.” A user who shared similar views wrote, “That hair is weird.”
Another person loved Moore’s look but was also against her hairstyle, saying, “Demi Moore is like Halle Berry in that they both look beautiful and more youthful with short hair, in my opinion her hair is wayyy too long it does not suit her at all 🥰😍.”
Still, the reaction to Moore’s appearance wasn’t solely negative. Several fans defended her look, expressing admiration for her fearless approach to fashion.
“That’s a movie star!!! ⭐️!!!” one admirer declared. Others echoed similar sentiments, calling her “Gorgeous❤️❤️” and “Stunning 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️.”
I Met a Fortuneteller After My Wifes Funeral, The Next Day, Her Prediction Came True
The funeral was unbearable. Our daughters, Sophie and Emma, only four and five years old, kept asking, “Where’s Mommy?” I had no idea how to answer. How could I explain something I didn’t understand myself? Thankfully, Elizabeth’s parents and sister were there to help handle the arrangements.
After the service, as I walked to my car in a daze, I felt someone watching me. At first, I thought it was just my grief playing tricks on me, but then I saw her—an old woman standing near the cemetery gates.
She looked ancient, her face etched with deep lines, her sharp eyes piercing through me as if she could see straight into my soul.
“Excuse me,” she called softly.
I hesitated but didn’t respond. I was too drained for conversation, especially with a stranger.
“I know your fate,” she said, her voice serious.
I frowned. “What?”
“Cross my palm with silver, and I’ll reveal the joy and sorrow that lie ahead,” she continued, holding out her hand.
I stared at her, bewildered. A fortune-teller? At a funeral? I shook my head, muttering, “I’m not interested,” and started to walk away.
But her next words stopped me cold. “Elizabeth won’t rest until justice is served.”
I turned back sharply. “What did you say?”
“Twenty dollars,” she said, beckoning with her bony fingers. “That’s all.”
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve dismissed her. But in my grief-stricken state, I was numb to everything. Twenty dollars seemed insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I handed her the crumpled bill.
Her hand felt icy as she grabbed mine, her grip surprisingly firm. She didn’t take her eyes off me, and for a moment, I felt exposed, as though she could see all the pain I was carrying.
“Today, you’ve lost someone dear,” she whispered.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I said bitterly. “We’re at a cemetery.”
She didn’t flinch. “Your wife’s death was no accident.”
A chill ran down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
“There’s more to her death than you know. Tomorrow, the truth will begin to reveal itself.”
I felt my mouth go dry. “What truth?”
She smiled slowly, an unsettling grin. “By this time tomorrow, you’ll see.”
Before I could ask anything else, she turned and disappeared into the mist, vanishing as if she had never been there. I stood frozen, torn between disbelief and a strange sense of foreboding.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elizabeth—her smile, her laugh, the way she kissed our daughters goodnight. But the fortuneteller’s cryptic words haunted me: “Your wife’s death was no accident.” Was there any truth to it? Could the crash have been something more sinister?
Unable to rest, I got up and sifted through Elizabeth’s things, desperate to feel close to her. Among her belongings, I found something odd—receipts from a car rental service. We had two cars. Why would she need a rental?
I stared at the receipts, my heart racing. The fortuneteller’s words echoed in my mind. “There’s more to her death than you know.”
The next morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I called Elizabeth’s best friend, Sarah, who worked at the garage where our cars were serviced. Maybe she could help me make sense of it all.
“Hey, Sarah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Did Elizabeth mention anything to you about renting a car?”
There was a brief pause before she answered. “Actually, yes. She rented a car when both of your cars were in the shop. It was for a surprise trip to the beach, but she returned it the day before… well, you know.”
“But why didn’t she tell me?” I muttered to myself.
“She wanted it to be a surprise,” Sarah replied. “She even asked her sister Karen to return the car for her after the trip.”
A wave of unease washed over me. Karen? Why would she return the car, and why hadn’t I known about it?
Determined to get answers, I drove to the rental company. When I explained the situation, the manager pulled up the records. “The car was returned without visible damage. We accepted it as normal, but… something seems off. Only a few miles were added to the odometer.”
I left the office with more questions than answers. Why had Karen returned the car? What was she hiding? I decided to contact the police, as the suspicion that Elizabeth’s death wasn’t an accident gnawed at me.
I explained everything to the detective—the car rental, the fortuneteller, my growing doubts. He listened carefully and assured me they’d investigate. “Initially, we ruled it a tragic accident caused by brake failure,” he said. “But now, with what you’ve shared, we’ll take a closer look.”
The days that followed were a blur. Then, the police found something shocking—evidence that someone had tampered with the brakes. My stomach churned as the horrifying truth began to surface.
It wasn’t long before the investigation revealed even more. Karen had taken out a life insurance policy on Elizabeth just months before the accident. She had forged Elizabeth’s signature and made herself the sole beneficiary.
I was sickened. Elizabeth’s death hadn’t been an accident—it was murder. And the person behind it was her own sister.
When Karen was arrested, I couldn’t even look at her. The woman who had comforted me in my grief had been the one to cause it all, driven by greed.
During interrogation, she confessed to tampering with the car’s brakes, hoping to collect the insurance money. The betrayal was devastating.
Karen was sentenced to life in prison. It didn’t bring Elizabeth back, but at least I knew she would never harm anyone again. The fortuneteller had been right—Elizabeth couldn’t rest until justice was served.
A few weeks later, I returned to the cemetery. As I stood by Elizabeth’s grave, I whispered, “You can rest now.”
Just as I was about to leave, a butterfly landed on her headstone. I knew it was Elizabeth, finally at peace.
Though I never saw the fortuneteller again, her words had led me to the truth. As painful as it was, that truth was worth every penny of the twenty dollars I had given her.
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