Kai Trump Announces She Had ‘Scary’ Medical Episode
Kai Trump, the 18-year-old granddaughter of President Trump, attended The Masters earlier this month.
The high school senior, who is committed to play at the University of Miami next fall, attended a practice round at Augusta National. She shared some photos of the practice round – something that is allowed – to her social media pages. Kai Trump later congratulated Rory McIlroy on his win – his second straight.
“Had the best time at Augusta! It is definitely my favorite golf tournament. Huge congrats to Rory,” she wrote.
But it turns out that Kai Trump had a “scary” medical episode during her time at The Masters.
She had a scary allergic reaction that required an emergency doctor’s visit and steroid shot.
Kai Trump details ‘scary’ medical episode
“I was using hand soap on my face, when I was at Augusta, to wash off my makeup and I started getting these bumps on my neck,” she began.
The skin reaction got worse and required an emergency doctor’s visit.
“Now, I don’t have a rash anymore but I had an allergic reaction to the hand soap on my face,” she said.
“I have very sensitive skin. It was so, so scary.”
Kai Trump often shares a lot of golf content and it wouldn’t be surprising to see her at some more PGA Tour events this year.
My Future Mother-in-Law Destroyed My Dead Mother’s Wedding Dress—Then One Whisper at the Altar Exposed Why She Needed Me to Run
Three hours before the wedding, my future mother-in-law ruined my wedding dress and left a note with just four words: "Know your place." She thought I would cry, run away, and become a laughingstock in front of 200 guests. But what silenced the entire wedding wasn't the soiled dress... it was what I whispered to the groom as we stood at the altar.
Three hours before my wedding, I found my dress floating in a bathtub full of red wine, black coffee, and something that smelled like bleach. Pinned to the ruined lace was a cream card in my future mother-in-law’s handwriting: Know your place.
For ten seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
The dress had belonged to my mother. She had worn it in 1989, and before she died, she spent six months restoring it with me—replacing pearls, repairing the train, sewing one tiny blue thread beneath the hem because she said every bride deserved one secret no one else could see.
Now the silk was pink-brown, the lace eaten through, and one sleeve had dissolved into threads.
Behind me, my maid of honor, Tessa, whispered, “Oh my God, Claire.”
I didn’t cry.
That was the first thing Evelyn Harrow got wrong.
The second was believing I didn’t know exactly why she hated me.
To Evelyn, I was “the scholarship girl” who had somehow trapped her only son, Adrian. She introduced me as “an accountant” with the same tone people used for dental plaque. At engagement dinners, she corrected my pronunciation of French wines I had never ordered and once asked whether my family “understood formal cutlery.”
She never mentioned that I was a forensic accountant specializing in family-owned companies, or that I had spent the last six months quietly helping Adrian review irregularities inside Harrow Hospitality after his father’s stroke.
Evelyn thought money made her untouchable.
She also thought Adrian knew nothing.
Tessa picked up the note with shaking fingers. “Call him. Cancel everything.”
“No.”
“Claire, she destroyed your mother’s dress.”
“I know.”
My voice sounded strangely calm.
I photographed the bathtub, the note, the hallway, the broken lock on the bridal suite, and the tiny security sensor above the service door. Then I called hotel security.
The manager arrived pale-faced.
“Mrs. Harrow requested that camera be disabled this morning,” he admitted.
Of course she had.
But Evelyn didn’t know I had installed my own battery-powered camera in the dress case after someone searched my apartment two weeks earlier.
I opened the app.
There she was.
Evelyn entered at 9:14 a.m., locked the door, poured three bottles over the gown, smiled at the camera she thought was d:ead, and placed the note on top.
Then she made a phone call.
“Once she runs,” Evelyn said, laughing, “Adrian will finally sign the amended trust papers.”
I froze the video.
Tessa stared at me. “What amended trust papers?”
I looked toward the chapel doors, where two hundred guests were waiting to watch me become a Harrow.
For the first time that morning, I almost smiled.
“The reason this wedding was never just about me.”...
To be continued in C0mments 👇
