I've spotted an hideous hidden detail in THOSE wedding pictures of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. It's breathtakingly savage: KENNEDY
Beneath the façade of those joyful snapshots of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce at a family wedding this weekend, I spied a cruel and vengeful undercurrent that's an absolute dagger to her former bestie .
Blake is in the frosty doghouse – and though she's reportedly howling to reconcile with the godmother of her daughters, she's finding out the hard way that Tay don't play.
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