Who's Meghan? What Nicola Peltz said as she drew up guest list for wedding to Brooklyn Beckham - before she and the duchess found 'common ground' after being branded 'homewreckers'
Nicola Peltz and the Duchess of Sussex are said to have bonded at the Beckxit summit in Montecito over being branded 'homewrecker' women who 'tear apart their husbands' families'.
But the heiress recently declared 'Who's Meghan?' when asked if she was inviting the Duke and Duchess of Sussex to her $3million wedding to Brooklyn Beckham, it has emerged.
Nicola's perplexed response was revealed in a lawsuit brought by her billionaire father two years ago when he sued wedding organisers after deciding the lavish Miami event for 500 VIP guests was a 's**tshow'.
MailOnline can reveal that while the couples have reportedly found kinship over their own family feuds, before Beckxit both parties appeared less keen - even oblivious, at times.
As well as Nicola forgetting who Meghan was, six months ago Brooklyn was on US TV and was asked about the virtues of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.
Instead he chose to praise Prince William - calling him the 'sweetest guy' - and failed to mention the Sussexes at all.
And in 2023 Prince Harry walked straight past Brooklyn and Nicola at a LAFC match at a time when it was claimed there was a feud between the Sussexes and the Beckhams in a row over allegations of leaking stories to the press.
The viral footage further fueled online conspiracies that the two clans had fallen out.
12 months earlier Nicola appeared perplexed about who Meghan Markle was in a text to her mother about her and Brooklyn's wedding guest list.
Claudia Heffner Peltz had asked her: 'Did Meghan get an invite?' to which her daughter replied: 'Who's Meghan?'.
The texts appeared in 188-page lawsuit brought by Nicola's billionaire father, businessman and investor Nelson Peltz, 82, over his daughter's 'dream wedding'.
Nicola had raged that the 'ever-changing' guest list was like a 'murder scene'.
It was in that chaos of who was coming came her confusion about who Meghan was when asked if the Duke and Duchess of Sussex would be coming.
Yet today it emerged Brooklyn and his wife Nicola are enjoying the 'secret support' of the Sussexes because of their 'similar family feuds', sources claimed.
On November 4 last year, Brooklyn appeared on Watch What Happens Live! where host Andy Cohen asked: 'Growing up, which members of the royal family did you see the most often, especially since your family is friends with Harry and Meghan?'
'Probably William,' Brooklyn, 26, replied in a rare interview while sat next to Star Trek actor Zachary Quinto.
Dodging Harry and Meghan completely he went on about William and said: 'He's just like the sweetest guy ever. He really is. He's really down to earth. He's really [a] good guy'.
Meghan and Nicola are said to have had a 'deep and meaningful' chat and bonded over criticism of them.
The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, who enjoyed a date night at a James Taylor concert in Santa Barbara last night after going to a Beyonce gig on the weekend, had the couple over for dinner at their mansion in Montecito, California in recent weeks.
Brooklyn, 26, and Nicola, 30, who live 90 minutes away in LA, have received 'unwavering support' from Harry and Meghan who reportedly feel 'empathetic' towards them amid the younger couple's tensions with David and Victoria Beckham.
Yet the couple were not 'directly invited' by Meghan and Harry to a VIP soiree at their Montecito mansion, a pro-Sussex source claimed today.
The two women are said to have had a 'deep and meaningful' chat and formed a bond after being accused by critics of being 'homewreckers' and wives who 'tear apart their husbands' families'.
They also reportedly clicked over their 'similar family feuds', insiders have said.
But the timing of the so-called Beckxit summit amid the younger couple's falling out with David and Victoria Beckham has been described by an insider as 'pure coincidence'.
People, Harry and Meghan's preferred publication in the US, has spoken to lukewarm sources that appear to distance the royal couple from the Peltz Beckhams.
It has reported that 'Brooklyn and Nicola were not directly invited by the Duke and Duchess of Sussex ', suggesting the couple were asked to be there by a mutual friend or intermediary.
The meal was for a larger group of VIPs including TV and media executives.
'Brooklyn and Nicola were invited prior to David's numerous global birthday galas, so the timing is pure coincidence,' an insider told MailOnline.
'While it was an intimate gathering, there were several additional guests, including VIPs and film executives. Brooklyn and Nicola had a wonderful time and found Harry and Meghan to be particularly kind, caring and generous'.
The Montecito dinner would likely infuriate David and Victoria Beckham who are said to have fallen out with the Sussexes in a row over allegations of leaking stories to the press.
The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, who enjoyed a date night at a James Taylor concert in Santa Barbara last night after going to a Beyonce gig on the weekend, had the couple over for dinner at their mansion in Montecito, California in recent weeks.
Brooklyn, 26, and Nicola, 30, who live 90 minutes away in LA, have received 'unwavering support' from Harry and Meghan who reportedly feel 'empathetic' towards them.
'Brooklyn and Nicola had a wonderful time and found Harry and Meghan to be particularly kind, caring and generous', one source said today.
The Duchess of Sussex 'has a lot of sympathy for her' because both women have been branded 'homewreckers', another source familiar with the dinner claimed.
'There was shared common ground', the insider claimed.
'Nicola and Meghan also had a bit of a 'deep n' meaningful' as obviously both women have been positioned in the media as homewreckers - the women to tear apart their husbands' families.
'Harry and Meghan were very empathetic and very kind to them both. Harry was fully aware of the situation and offered Brooklyn his unwavering support as someone who has been through similar'.
The Sussexes have apparently swapped mobile numbers with the couple amid the fallout with Brooklyn's family being dubbed Beckxit after Harry and Meghan's own messy feud with the prince's British family.
The Montecito dinner could infuriate David and Victoria Beckham who are said to have fallen out with the Sussexes in a row over allegations of leaking stories to the press.
There was also footage of them on Instagram showing Harry kissing his wife at the gig, where she danced with his hat on
Years later Meghan and Harry fell out with Victoria and David after the couple allegedly had a suspicion the Beckhams leaked stories about Meghan's help from Victoria to the press
The Mail's Katie Hind revealed this week that Brooklyn has ditched his old pals in the UK and has followed Nicola's lead when it comes to mixing in new LA circles.
David and Victoria, 51, are currently 'heartbroken' over the family feud after Brooklyn and Nicola were a noticeable no-show at the footballer's 50th birthday celebrations earlier this month.
Meanwhile, Harry launched a series of scathing attacks on the Royal Family earlier this month, saying he has been cut off from King Charles who 'won't speak to him'.
And according to The Sun, Harry, Meghan, Brooklyn and Nicola found 'common ground' as they continue to be at the forefront of their family riffs.
A source told the publication: 'They didn't meet in relation to recent developments and headlines, but it was an honest but very welcome coincidence'.
People, the Sussexes' preferred publication in the US, has suggested that Brooklyn and Nicola were not directly invited by the Duke and Duchess of Sussex - although the royal couple enjoyed their company.
The dinner was for a large group of VIPs and TV and media executives.
'Brooklyn and Nicola were invited prior to David's numerous global birthday galas, so the timing is pure coincidence,' People's source said.
'While it was an intimate gathering, there were several additional guests, including VIPs and film executives. Brooklyn and Nicola had a wonderful time and found Harry and Meghan to be particularly kind, caring and generous'.
MailOnline has contacted Brooklyn, Nicola and The Duke and Duchess of Sussex' representatives for comment.
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Their producer, George Martin, would later acknowledge that without Pet Sounds, Sgt Pepper 'wouldn't have happened. Pepper was [the Beatles'] attempt to equal it'. The sessions also produced what is probably Wilson's greatest song, Good Vibrations – the perfect marriage of musical innovation and a joyous optimism which he would never find in his music again. At the age of 23, he was being hailed as American pop music's first authentic genius. Was it a good feeling to be so young and so lauded? 'To know we were loved and appreciated? It's like I say to a lot of people...' Wilson pauses. 'I'm sorry, what was the question?' Driven by his need to surpass his own achievements, to live up to the mantle of 'genius', Wilson set to work on an album, to be called Smile, which he envisaged as his 'teenage symphony to God'. Never completed, it was to be the rock against which his fragile gifts were dashed. By now he had begun experimenting with LSD, and was spiralling into a world of his own. For one famous recording session he insisted on all the musicians wearing firemen's helmets, the better to conjure the sound of a blazing furnace. When, a few days later, an adjacent building burnt down, Wilson destroyed the recording, believing he was responsible. Shortly afterwards, he returned home from an afternoon screening of the movie Seconds, paranoically convinced that the film was 'my whole life, right there on screen' and that Phil Spector had financed the production deliberately to freak him out. He remodelled his house to conjure inspiration. The living-room was filled with a full-size Arabian tent, for smoking grass. In the dining- room, a 14ft-square box was built around his grand piano and filled with two tons of sand, so that Wilson could feel it between his toes as he composed. 'We had the beach right there in my house,' he says delightedly. 'You had to go barefoot. That was the rule. It set the mood for songwriting. And it really worked!' 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When McCartney knocked on the door, all he could hear was the sound of Wilson gently weeping. Another story tells of Wilson disappearing, and being found some days later by the police in a park in San Diego, barefoot and dishevelled, with no means of identification, mistaken for a vagrant. Without his writing and production skills, the Beach Boys floundered. Like a workhorse, he would be periodically brought into the studio in increasingly desperate attempts to add lustre to their fading reputation. It is not a period that he likes to remember: 'A lot of frustration, some fears, some anxiety, some depression, some sorrow. A lot of all the emotions.' In 1975 Marilyn put her husband in the care of Dr Eugene Landy, who was known as the 'Shrink to the Stars', having treated the actors Rod Steiger, Richard Harris and Gig Young (who later committed suicide). A year later, Landy was fired, after increasing his monthly fee from $10,000 to $20,000. But in 1983, with Wilson now in a desperate state, his family agreed to let Landy resume his treatment. Under Landy's 'milieu therapy' programme, Wilson was placed under virtual 24-hour surveillance, policed by Landy's hulking assistants, whom friends of Wilson called 'the surf Nazis', and whose job was to monitor his every movement and report back to Landy. He was kept apart from his family (his marriage to Marilyn had ended in 1978), and put on a punishing dietary and exercise regime to reduce his weight. Freed from his addiction to drugs and food, he instead became addicted to Eugene Landy. But Landy's role went far beyond that of psychotherapist. He installed himself as Wilson's manager, and was credited as co-writer and 'executive producer' on Wilson's first solo album, which was released in 1988. He cranked up his annual bill for treatment to $430,000, and reportedly took a third of the $250,000 advance for Wilson's ghost-written autobiography, Wouldn't It Be Nice?, which served primarily as an apologia for his unorthodox techniques. It was around this time that Wilson met Melinda Ledbetter, the woman who would become his second wife. She was working as a saleswoman at a Cadillac dealership. Wilson came in and bought the first car he saw. The next day Landy telephoned Melinda and invited her to accompany Wilson to a Moody Blues concert. During the performance, Landy's assistant passed a note to Wilson, instructing him to 'be nice to your date. Show her some affection. Put your arm round her.' Later that evening, as they were driving home in a limousine, Landy phoned Wilson with more instructions: 'Walk Melinda to the door, also make sure you kiss her...' It was, Melinda tells me later, 'a very strange situation. At that time Brian didn't draw breath without Dr Landy's permission. He couldn't go to the bathroom without asking somebody.' They started dating more frequently, and Melinda quickly realised just how parlous his state was. 'It was almost like watching a child being abused. And I really felt that his life was in danger. Landy had him exercising vigorously on all kinds of different combinations of medication. It was very bad.' As she grew closer to Wilson, she says, so Landy moved to keep her out of his life. In the meantime, she 'constantly hammered' at Wilson's family to pry him away from Landy. 'God bless his mother, I'll never forget when I said, 'You've got to get him out of there', and she said, 'But what would I do with him?' Then it was, OK, I get it... It was a dysfunctional family from the very first moment.' It was to take almost three years to finally separate Wilson from Landy. In 1989, after charges of gross negligence were lodged by Wilson's family, the state of California revoked Landy's licence on the grounds that he had illegally prescribed drugs to Wilson. He was also charged with conflict of interest for acting not only as Wilson's therapist but also as his business manager. Yet Wilson himself refused to be separated from his psychiatrist. In 1990, his family brought a lawsuit, alleging that Wilson's will had been redrafted to make Landy the chief beneficiary, collecting 70 per cent, with the remaining 30 per cent split evenly among Landy's girlfriend and Brian's two daughters. The lawsuit was settled out of court, and led to an independent conservator being granted limited power over Wilson's affairs. Finally, in 1991, the courts issued a separation order, forcing Landy out of Wilson's life altogether. The very mention of Landy's name brings a flicker of panic into Wilson's eyes. He doesn't want to talk about it. But you were relieved, I say, when that chapter in your life came to an end? 'Yeah, I was, because I was a little freaked out. When it finished I felt freer.' The legacy of the period was an album entitled Sweet Insanity, which was never released, featuring Wilson's music and Landy's lyrics. An odd title, I say, given his condition at the time. 'It was Gene's idea. But actually I loved it,' says Wilson, brightening. 'I said, that's perfect. Because that's what the songs were about, insanity.' Did you feel that you were insane? 'What? Oh, yeah. I lived it for nine or 10 years. A totally insane person.' That's terrible, I say. He nods. 'It was rough.' Can you remember what was going through your mind? 'I can't remember.' His voice is drifting away. You don't want to remember? 'No.' 'I fell in love with Brian very quickly,' says Melinda. 'He was the kindest, most honest person I had ever met. And at the same time he had an unbelievable strength about him. He was weak, and yet strong. That he could go through what he did and come out OK was just amazing to me.' She believes that if he is in better shape than he has ever been it is because he now has 'a normalcy' which he never experienced before. 'Through that normal environment he's gained emotional security, and that's something he never had as a child, and didn't really have in his first marriage.' Their two adopted daughters – five-year-old Daria and three-year-old Delanie – are sisters, both adopted at birth. In recent years, Wilson has also been reconciled with his two daughters from his first marriage, Carnie and Wendy (who in the Eighties had chart success themselves as Wilson Phillips), from whom he was long estranged. 'I didn't pay attention to them and I was a bad dad, and then in 1989 I wrote some songs for them and the music brought us together,' he says, compressing 30 years' pain into one sentence. He still keeps musician's hours. He gets up around midday, then runs for a couple of miles, 'keeping up my health regime, my diet regime. Diet and exercise. They're the two most important things.' He reads to the children and plays the piano for them. He watches TV. 'But my favourite thing is going out to eat in a restaurant. It never ceases to amaze me. You sit there and all of a sudden there's food before you!' Wilson shakes his head in unfeigned wonder. 'It blows my mind. It just does.' It was largely at Melinda's instigation that he returned to touring. 'I felt he needed to get over this thing he called stage fright,' she says. 'And I felt that he needed to know what he meant to the world. I thought it would be very therapeutic for him to understand the impact he had made with his music. And it has been good for him. 'He wasn't comfortable at first. He was almost, like, robotic on stage. I'd hear these things, that people are making him do it. But nobody makes Brian do anything. He does not do anything he doesn't want to do. He just doesn't. He'll find a way to screw it up so bad and embarrass whoever's trying to make him do something. And the more he's done it the better he's got. And he likes doing it, he likes feeling the love.' 'Melinda convinced me to go on tour; it was her idea,' says Wilson. 'And look what happened! It's been fantastic and I've enjoyed it. It never ceases to amaze me. When I'm on stage I'm thanking God, if it wasn't for Melinda I wouldn't be up here performing.' What would you be doing otherwise? Wilson thinks about this. 'Exercising. But also sitting around a lot, not wanting to do anything. Watching the world go by.' So you'd lost motivation? 'Right.' And Melinda gave that back to you? 'She helped me out, yes she did.' Wilson says he doesn't listen to modern music these days. 'It doesn't satisfy my soul, and I can't figure it out.' He shrugs. 'Nothing touches me.' He listens to 'oldies-but-goodies' radio stations, to Nat 'King' Cole 'and the Christmas album by Phil Spector. 'Because it's getting to the holidays now, I'm starting to play his album a little bit early this year.' Spector, he says, warming to the subject, was 'a major god. The first Phil Spector record I heard was He's Sure the Boy I Love. And then I heard Da Doo Ron Ron, Be My Baby, Then He Kissed Me, Walking in the Rain... ' He smiles beatifically at the memory of all this. 'I could go on for ever... 'It opened the doors like you wouldn't believe. It opened up a door of creativity for me. Some people say drugs can open that door. But Phil Spector opened it for me. But I have to admit that I did smoke a little grass when I did Pet Sounds. That was the only album I ever smoked grass to make. But it was quite an experience because I could just feel the inspiration coming so fast. I couldn't believe where it was coming from. And the grass helped me to be creative; to look at my piano keys and say, look there's a whole keyboard here. On marijuana you can slip into a creative mode very comfortably, rather than going, I just can't get this written. 'I was 23 years old when I did Pet Sounds, and because of that my youth was there; my youth carried the load, and the creativity which stems from drugs. A lot of people say it's not good to take drugs; drugs are bad. I don't agree. I think now and then drugs can help.' He pauses, corrects himself. 'Basically medicine, not just drugs, is what I really mean. I take medicine every day. I take medicine for depression, for anxiety and to sleep at night. And it works, it really works. More people should look into taking medicine. A lot of people are out there with brain... what do you call it? Brain disorders. Some people need medicine to correct the imbalance in their brain. It keeps me stabilised. It keeps me on the ball. It keeps me thinking about the bigger picture. And the bigger picture is all that music out there that's been recorded; you have this amazing memory of all that music. It makes me want to create. 'When people like you, you don't want to let them down. You want to keep up the good music. And that's one of my problems with the writer's block: I'm so into pleasing people, and living up to my name.' Wilson shakes his head. 'I'm just wondering when the hell I'm going to get going.' There will be nights, says Melinda, when Wilson will go to the piano room 'and he'll play things like I've never heard in my life. And I'll listen, and I'll think, where is that coming from? And then the next day I'll say, play what you played last night. And he'll say, oh, I don't know what it was. So... I can't explain, and he can't either. 'I hear wonderful melodies coming from him. What I would say is that he doesn't want to share right now. But I don't question it, because he's being what he wants to be and doing what he wants to do. I believe his genius is still there. I believe that his best work is yet to come. One day he'll simply say, OK...' Murry Wilson died in 1973. Brian says he felt 'great remorse, scared and bummed. I loved him and he died.' Loved him despite the way he treated you? 'Yes.' His brother, Dennis, drowned in 1983, after diving, intoxicated, off the side of a boat in Santa Monica marina. At the time of his death, he was homeless, reduced to staying with friends and cadging drinks from strangers in bars. Carl Wilson died in 1998 of cancer. It is Carl who Brian thinks of now when he's performing. 'I feel a great sentiment when I sing Darlin' and God Only Knows, because he used to sing those on tour. And it's an emotional moment in my life when I sing those songs. It's a way for me to get in touch with my brother, even though he's dead he's still alive in the music, I think.' And Dennis? 'Yeah, Dennis was a great music maker. He was really good.' You must miss them terribly. 'I do.' He pauses for a moment, as if something has just occurred to him. 'I've survived my whole family,' he says. Perhaps, I say, there's a meaning in that. 'Maybe there is...' I ask him if he would mind sitting at the piano for a while. He nods and leads the way upstairs to the piano room. Walking in, you would have no sense of who Brian Wilson was and the monumental scale of his accomplishments. There is a desk with a handful of awards – a Grammy nomination, a lifetime achievement award – but no gold or platinum records on the wall, no framed concert posters, no evidence of his past. 'Brian,' says Melinda, 'doesn't like to wallow in the mire. That's what he calls it, 'wallowing in the mire'.' Wilson sits at the piano and begins to play Rhapsody in Blue, eyes closed as he leans into the music. Then stops. Something else has come into his mind. He strikes the first, familiar chords and starts singing, 'I may not always love you/ But long as there are stars above you/ You never need to doubt it/ I'll make you so sure about it/ God only knows what I'd be without you...' His voice is cracked, straining, unbearably poignant. Suddenly, it is as if all the stiffness and uneasiness that Wilson has been displaying for the past hour has lifted from his shoulders. Now he starts into Proud Mary, the old Creedence Clearwater Revival song. He has been working on a version in the studio that he'd like to release as a single, which he's sure would be a hit. I ask, would you like another number one? 'I'd love one!' Maybe, he says, the answer to his writer's block is to work with Phil Spector, 'although I don't know if it's possible. I know I could, but I don't know if he could. He's supposed to be hard to work with.' Does he realise how unlikely such a collaboration would be? Spector has not made a record in more than 20 years. Wilson met him several times in the Sixties. 'He was very egotistical, self-centred. A very... scary kind of talking style. Just a very scary person.' He seems to shudder slightly at the memory. Then he starts to play Be My Baby. Is this, I ask, the place where he feels safest and most secure? 'At my piano, yeah. I feel my name and myself is part of this piano right here.' Wilson taps the top of the piano with his hand and thinks about this. 'And in restaurants,' he says at last. 'I love restaurants.'
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Sabrina Carpenter goes NUDE for Rolling Stone as she hits back at criticism for oversexualization
Sabrina Carpenter proved once again she truly is comfortable in her skin. The Bed Chem songstress, 26, went nude for the cover of Rolling Stone's July/August cover, posing in just sexy sheer tights with her high heels kicked off. The ethereal shoot saw Sabrina posing with her arms strategically covering her chest and her long, blonde hair cascading down her back. The display is not a surprising one given Sabrina's embrace of sex on her Short and Sweet tour, where she famously strikes an array of X-rated poses as part of her Juno song routine. While fans can be heard cheering during these moments, Sabrina has also received criticism for the NSFW routines. Addressing the hate, she poignantly noted the sex-centric songs are the ones beloved by fans: 'It's always so funny to me when people complain,' she told Rolling Stone of her Juno moments. 'They're like, "All she does is sing about this." But those are the songs that you've made popular. Clearly you love sex. You're obsessed with it. 'It's in my show. There's so many more moments than the 'Juno' positions, but those are the ones you post every night and comment on. I can't control that. If you come to the show, you'll [also] hear the ballads, you'll hear the more introspective numbers. 'I find irony and humor in all of that, because it seems to be a recurring theme. I'm not upset about it, other than I feel mad pressure to be funny sometimes.'
