Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 166

When Tristan and Luna returned from their wedding photo shoot, they were surprised to find the house unusually lively.

He spotted his mother chatting animatedly with his cousin, Zara, holding her hand and asking who-knows-what.

"Hey, Mom. Zara, you're home too?" Tristan called out.

Zara had just lost her phone in a minor accident and wasn't in the best of moods. She barely glanced at them, her eyes lingering on Luna's hand tucked into Tristan's arm. She gave a slight, almost imperceptible scoff.

Suddenly, Zara had the urge to see how her cousin would react if he found out that Sunny was getting married—and to none other than Uncle Stellan! The mere thought of Tristan's reaction instantly cheered her up, almost making her forget about her broken phone.

She blinked at him with anticipation. "Nothing much, just that Uncle Stellan got married. Did you know?"

Tristan's brows knitted. "Married? Uncle Stellan? To whom? Was it that girlfriend he posted on social media a while back?"

Zara gave him a sly, ambiguous smile. "Wouldn't know about that. But I'm sure my new aunt must be beautiful, charming, and kind. Otherwise, how could she have turned Uncle Stellan's head so completely, right?"

Tristan was confused. Since when did Zara and Uncle Stellan get so close?

Uncle Stellan had always kept the younger generation at arm's length—polite, but distant. It was just his way; with those cool, piercing eyes of his, he had a knack for making people uneasy.

Luna, who couldn't help but compare herself with others, chimed in, her tone light but pointed. "Zara, you seem awfully fond of Uncle Stellan's wife. Have you actually met her?"

For a moment, everyone's attention zeroed in on Zara.

Aunt Annabelle pressed further, "Zara, you've really met her? Oh, sweetheart, why didn't you tell us? So, which family is she from? She must be a real heiress, right?"

Luna smiled sweetly, her voice gentle. "Anyone who can win Uncle Stellan's heart must be quite extraordinary."

Zara's gaze flickered. She wasn't about to let this slide—she had to stand up for her best friend.

He nodded absently. "Probably your period coming soon."

Luna froze. Her period had just ended—and Tristan never used to forget little things like that.

Suddenly, she felt a sting behind her eyes. They were about to get married, yet she felt Tristan slipping further and further away.

Annabelle, tired of hearing her father-in-law praise Stellan, steered the conversation back to the present couple. "Tristan, when are you and Luna going to the courthouse to make it official?"

Caught off guard, Tristan stammered, "In a few days, I guess."

Annabelle frowned, clearly displeased. "Not a few days—go tomorrow! You've already taken your wedding photos. What's the holdup?"

After all, she'd already accepted that Luna was going from daughter to daughter-in-law. There was no point dragging it out any longer; better to just get it over with.