Princess Charlotte, 11, Draws Buzz at Wimbledon in a Royal Blue Sundress That Mirrors Kate’s Own Style — Photos

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Of course, Catherine, Princess of Wales, had to give Jannik Sinner the trophy again this year at the Wimbledon Tennis Championships at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club on July 12, 2026, in London, England. | Source: Getty Images

Of course, Catherine, Princess of Wales, had to give Jannik Sinner the trophy again this year at the Wimbledon Tennis Championships at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club on July 12, 2026, in London, England. | Source: Getty Images

The similarities extended beyond the dresses. Charlotte also wore her golden-brown hair in a middle part, with the upper portion pulled into a partial plait and the remaining sections falling in loose curls.

The half-up hairstyle offered a subtle nod to Kate, who has often worn her own hair partly pulled back during royal engagements. Charlotte’s sweet musical-themed charm bracelet added a more personal and age-appropriate detail.

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