Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 1298 At that moment, Nyla finally understood what Damon had meant by a "surprise." Her eyes welled with emotion as she turned to Valarie. "Where is he now?" "I'm not sure, but he's probably still handling the wedding preparations. Try on the dress first and see if it fits!" Valarie said with a grin. Nyla blinked back her tears and nodded. "Okay." With Valarie's help, she slipped into the wedding dress. It fit her perfectly-just as she had imagined. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a bit dazed.

It had been so long since she'd last worn a wedding dress-so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. Beside her, Valarie admired the sight. "You look gorgeous! My best friend never disappoints. Oh, wait there's still this!" Nyla turned to see Valarie holding a diamond-studded tiara. She couldn't help but smile. "Let me put it on for you," Valarie offered. "Okay." Valarie carefully adjusted the tiara on Nyla's head, making sure it sat just right. "Perfect," she said, satisfied. Nyla looked at her with gratitude. "Valarie, thank you." "Oh, come on, no need for that between us!

The wedding starts at 2:18 p.m. You still have time to rest. Want to take a nap?" Nyla laughed. "There's no way I could sleep right now!" Valarie chuckled. "Yeah, I get it. If I were you, I'd be way too excited to sleep too." A thought struck Nyla. "Wait a minute... So was it around the time you started asking me all those weird questions that Damon began planning this wedding?" Valarie nodded, then let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes! You have no idea how ridiculously meticulous he was.

"Before decorating the venue, he made a questionnaire-over 5000 questions, all about your f favorite cotors, flowers, pl Do you have Thave any idea how I survived those days?!" The memory was something Valarie would rather forget. Some questions she could answer, but others? She'd had to ask Nyla directly. "You really went through a lot," Nyla said, amused. Before Valarie could respond, a knock sounded at the dressing room door. "Come in," Nyla called. The door opened, and Brandon stepped inside, carrying a food container.

Dressed in a tailored blue suit, he stood tall, his sharp, handsome features impossible to ignore. Valarie glanced at him a few times before looking away. "Aunt Nyla, how's everything going?" he asked. "Almost ready. I was just chatting with Valarie." Brandon nodded and set the food container on the table. "Uncle Damon prepared these for you. If you're hungry, have a bite." "Thank you," Nyla said. "Of course. Aunt Nyla, if you need anything, just text me." Valarie waved him off. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. You're the groomsman today right? You must be busy.

Leave this to me and go do your thing." Brandon hesitated, as if he wanted to say something. But then, remembering that today was Nyla and Damon's wedding he swallowed his words. "Alright. I'll head out then," he said in a low voice. As he left, Nyla turned to Valarie. "You two still haven't made up?" "It hasn't even been a month yet. I'm still waiting to see how he does," Valarie replied. Lately, Michelle had been causing trouble again, and Valarie wasn't sure if Brandon could really hold his ground. Nyla considered giving her some advice, but in the end, she held back.

Love was something only those involved could truly understand. Outsiders could only see the surface. Saying too much wouldn't help.