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Jill Biden’s Blue Dress on a Date Night With Joe Biden Ignites Buzz

The 73-year-old and her husband looked attractive and excited as they resigned to attend a star-studded evening performance together.

Jill Biden made a surprising impression in a shimmering teal blue dress as she entered for a glamorous night in New York City with her husband, former President Joe Biden. Fans were quick to shower appreciation on Jill’s choice of attire during the rare date night.

The couple joined the opening night of Broadway’s “Othello,” starring Denzel Washington and Jake Gyllenhaal, noticing one of their most high-level outings since leaving the White House.

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Joe Biden, 82, looked bright in a classic black tuxedo as he and his wife entered the Barrymore Theatre in Midtown Manhattan.

The former first lady later took to Instagram to share images from their evening, excitedly captioning it, “date night!”

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Fans were quick to comment, especially praising Jill’s bold fashion choice. One person noted, “They look incredibly and Jill is k*lling it in this dress! Such a gorgeous shade of blue! 💙.”

Another fan echoed the sentiment, “Don’t they both look amazing!! Jill is rocking that dress💙❤️.”

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One fan spotted how well the couple complemented each other, “President Biden looks very handsome and Dr Biden you look lovely in that dress perfect color.”

And perhaps the most surprising reaction came from a fan marveling at Jill Biden’s youthful appearance, “How is she 73 years old? She looks FANTASTIC.”

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