Angelina Jolie might not have attended the royal wedding, but earlier this week at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, the actor made a regal impression. Jolie attended the Order of St. Michael and St. George service, which recognizes extraordinary achievements from individuals in non-military service—and looked like a member of the royal family in a prim pencil dress custom made by Ralph & Russo couture.
The head-to-toe dove-grey ensemble was a polished choice ideal for the occasion. It’s worth noting that the soft cowl neckline has also been sported by the most recent addition to the royal family, Meghan Markle, now the Duchess of Sussex. Markle wore a heavily embellished dress by Ralph & Russo in her engagement portrait to Prince Harry, and Jolie’s ensemble captured the same eye-catching effect but with a more discreet wrapping.
The sleek, body-skimming silhouette of Jolie’s dress also read like a nod to the ensembles sported by Markle and sister-in-law Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge. Cropped sleeve added a touch of old world elegance, while tonally coordinated gloves were a nod towards Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth’s preference for the throwback accessory. (Her Majesty was unable to attend the ceremony due to illness). Heeled pumps, a clutch, and, of course, a sculptural hat kept the palette on point from head to toe.
The actor, filmmaker, and humanitarian finished things off with a confection of an updo that was a noteworthy departure from the textured, loose lengths and polished blowouts she tends to favor for outings with her children or speaking engagements at the United Nations. Brushed smoothly back, intricately wound, and secured in a chignon-like style, the clean, elegant updo offered a jumping-off point for a structural alabaster fascinator that was in keeping with traditional British protocol for formal events. But lest her fellow guests forget that she’s Hollywood royalty, Jolie left two movie-star signatures firmly intact: an exposed sliver of skin revealing two delicate lines of Arabic script tattooed on her forearm and—what else?—femme fatale smoky lids.
This article first appeared on Vogue.com