Ragland isn’t an actress like her daughter, but she said many things with her face. Photographs of her and Markle pressed close to one another in the Rolls-Royce on the way to the chapel show the mother trying on a regent’s wave, smiling warmly but tentatively. Inside, she executed her duties with grace. Her locs had been swept beneath her pillbox hat; the shine of her tiny nose ring gleamed like the shine in her eyes… More at The New Yorker.
She stood out because she was one of us, she was normal. She had that look of wonder at where she was and how she found herself in that position with a large dose of pride in her daughter. Easily the highlight of the wedding for many of us.