Victoria Beckham sends olive branch to son Brooklyn as Sir Elton John intervenes to fix family feud
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VICTORIA Beckham has sent an olive branch to son Brooklyn amid the family's bitter feud.
The rift between Brooklyn, his American actress wife Nicola Peltz, 30, and the Beckhams has seemingly widened over the past few months.
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Victoria Beckham has liked son Brooklyn's latest reel
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Victoria Beckham puts on a leggy display as she celebrates birthday on yacht-Instagram
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But matriarch Victoria, 51, has liked Brooklyn's latest Instagram reel showing him rustling up pasta in the kitchen, suggesting tensions could be thawing.
In the video, budding chef Brooklyn, 26, rustles up tomato pasta on a yacht, using a pan of seawater to cook his spaghetti.
It follows an intervention from Sir Elton John, who is Brooklyn's godfather and also close pals with David, 50, and Victoria.
The legendary singer, 78, has publicly praised Brooklyn and Nicola on social media while the feud has been making headlines, and he has even hung out with them in Cannes.
The couple were seen with Elton's husband, David Furnish, at the La Guerite, with other guests including music producer Andrew Watt who worked with Elton on his latest album.
We revealed Elton 'briefly' touched on the family feud before sticking to more neutral territory.
'Elton is the showbiz equivalent of Switzerland,' said a source.
'He's utterly neutral in this row.
'Elton of old may have relished in taking sides - in this case his young godson, Brooklyn - but two years off his 80th birthday, he's a man who has seen and done it all.
'He just wants everyone to be happy. There is no side-taking as such; he simply adores his godson, and really has a laugh with Nicola who he thinks has a great sense of humour.
"He wants to look after them in his role as 'spiritual adviser' as a godfather, it's a role he takes seriously.
'Elton and David think the situation is terribly sad, and has gently suggested to all involved that life is short — and to patch things up.
'They had a really fun long lunch in the South of France, where Elton and David have a beautiful villa, and besides a very brief chat on the subject that dare rear its name, they discussed loads of other, much more lighthearted matters.
"Elton has said his bit - he is adamant he doesn't want to stick his nose in and p*** off either party. He just wants peace.'
Perhaps Victoria is making moves to smooth relations ahead of the October release of her Netflix documentary.
It is understood she will not touch on the feud - although she has promised there will be 'tears' in the four-parter.
Nicola and Brooklyn will not be in it — but that is because no scenes were filmed with them.
A source added: 'The children hardly feature — it's simply not a case of Brooklyn and Nicola being cut, as they weren't in it to start with.
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Nicola joined Brooklyn, Elton and husband David Furnish at La Guerite beach club
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Generous Elton is understood to have picked up the tab for the party of six at the fancy spot
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Elton doesn't want to take sides but thinks the Beckhams' feud is 'terribly sad'
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"This is very much a project focusing on Victoria's transaction from pop star to businesswoman and designer.'
Younger Beckham boys Cruz and Romeo were recently accused of turning their backs on Brooklyn for good, sending the family deeper into crisis.
It came after fans spotted the siblings had blocked their elder brother on social media.
A source said: 'Blocking or unfollowing someone on Instagram is like the Gen Z version of World War Three. It's a sad new low.
'But the truth is, Brooklyn has cut out his parents David and Victoria from his life and it's the same with Romeo and Cruz.
"Even when the family have reached out to Brooklyn they have been ignored.
'He's not had contact for months and it feels clear to them that he doesn't want to make amends.'
The feud, which The Sun understands started over money, has been bubbling for several months.
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