Oversized, tortoise-warm brown, the kind of frame that sits heavy on the bridge and tells the room you’ve already heard the rumor. Margaret wore them into the Season 14 reunion sit-down — the one where the Gorga-Giudice cold war finally calcified into permafrost — and they did exactly what good shades do at a Bravo reunion: hide the eye-roll, frame the smirk, telegraph that you brought receipts and a lawyer. Wide arms, glossy finish, that satisfying little click when they fold (a sound Jersey women know by heart).
Permission granted to the woman who arrives already done with the conversation. Wear them to brunch with the friend who keeps “forgetting” she owes you money. Into the Vault →
