Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 115

The dress was deceptively simple—white fabric, with a mermaid silhouette, its hemline painstakingly adorned by hand with thousands of tiny crystals.

Understated, yet undeniably luxurious.

Zara couldn't help herself; she beckoned the sales associate over. "Hi, is it possible to try this one on?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but this dress is a custom order for another client. It isn't for sale."

Zara had a hunch. "Are those real diamonds on it?"

The associate smiled politely. "Yes, the hem is set with ten thousand tiny crystals, all hand-applied. It took almost a month to finish."

Sunny nodded slightly, her expression making it clear she understood just how valuable the piece was.

She squeezed her friend's hand. "Thank you. Let's look at some of the other dresses."

Zara was still marveling. "Who would've thought such a small boutique would hide a gown of this quality? I'm seriously impressed!"

"It's a shame it's spoken for," she added, glancing at Sunny. "Otherwise, I'd have bought it for you as a birthday present. You'd have been the belle of the ball."

Sunny laughed, her eyes warm. "You're too sweet. The thought is more than enough."

A dress with a six-figure price tag? She'd never dare accept such a thing.

In the end, Sunny settled on a simple black gown—understated yet elegant, the kind of classic look that spoke of quiet confidence.

She wasn't the star of the evening, after all. There was no need to steal anyone else's spotlight; she was happy to blend quietly into the background.

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On the drive home, Luna sat next to Tristan in silence. He hadn't said a word since they left.

Her cheeks puffed out in frustration, her voice shaky with emotion. "Tristan, are you upset with me for taking Sunny's dress earlier?"

Tristan seemed startled, then let out a quiet sigh. "No."

No.

He said the word, but ever since that moment, he'd been distant, distracted.

Luna tried talking to him several times, but he either brushed her off or gave answers that made no sense.

The rest of the ride was silent—an uncomfortable quiet stretching between them after their unhappy exchange.

-

At Azure Heights, Grace Quinn handed her daughter an invitation to a private dinner party on Saturday.

"Chloe, Stellan will be at this dinner. I've bribed one of the staff inside; here's the keycard for room 608 on the second floor. The rest is up to you."

Excitement flashed in Chloe's eyes. "Mom, aren't you coming with me?"

Grace shook her head. "There's only one invitation. You'll have to go alone."

"This is a very exclusive gathering—everyone there is close to Stellan. It took a lot of effort for me to get my hands on that invitation."

"Evelyn will be there too," Grace continued. "Stick close to Evelyn Warren, and keep your eyes open. Understand?"

Chloe nodded eagerly. "I will!"

If she could get pregnant with Stellan's child, she'd make sure Sunny never stood a chance against her.