I’m… not sure.
Narcissists are chameleonic. They can adapt themselves, like water flowing around a rock and emerging braided and patterned: they can become whomever the Narc’s Mark wants them to be.
Markle’s first (or second - who the hell knows) husband spoke of the ‘bewitching period’. Then she coolly left, took the blender, posted the rings: his star wasn’t shining bright enough, his talents and leverage unsufficient to catapault her beyond the stardom she craved. Then it was the chef. Conveniently enough, she loved cooking, so he was a prime mark - but a disposable one. When she was set up with Harry (having tried the Ashley Cole WAG approach), and asked ‘is he kind?’
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, she moulded herself around his interests. He’d worked in Africa and set up Sentabele - so of course she brought her charitable work in Africa to the fore. He was naively interested in the plight of disempowered POCs, so she renounced her Caucasity (with which evidently she’d identified strongly enough to put said label on her driver’s license) and became the face of the hippy, Kathmandu trail wokeness he professed. Then followed the daily yoga and chi classes, in her getting into his none-to-quick brain and convincing him that a California life would be best and they could forge their own path. (Of course Little Mr Ego, with his track record of beating up prostitutes, followed eagerly.) When she dumps him she will shapeshift chameleonically again into whatever a billionaire wants her to be.
After all, she convinced all those elderly gentlemen, on whose lap she was photographed, that she wanted them and them alone - right?