In a scene worthy of a Darryl Yap directorial debut, Imee Marcos emerged triumphant as the 12th senator—barely, but gloriously—clad in what she solemnly declared was her father’s decades-old polo barong.

The nation gasped. Not at her victory, but at the garment: crisp, blindingly white, and suspiciously wrinkle-free, like it just escaped the steam press of history. Experts in vintage wear raised eyebrows: “Jusi or piña cloth doesn’t age like that—unless it’s embalmed like Apo himself!”

The fit was off too. If that barong was really her dad’s, then Ferdinand Sr. must’ve moonlighted as a malnourished fashionista.

But perhaps this wasn’t about clothing authenticity—it was symbolism! A soft launch for 2028? A message to BFF Sara Duterte: “Move over, girl. Tita Imee’s got next.”

Whether it was laundry magic or legacy cosplay, one thing’s clear—Miracles in Malacañang now come in starch and satin stitching.