At that moment, N finally understood what Damon had meant by a "surprise."


    Her eyes welled with emotion as she turned to Vrie. "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!" Vrie said with a grin.


    N blinked back her tears and nodded. "Okay."


    With Vrie''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''dst worn a wedding dress-so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.


    Beside her, Vrie admired the sight. "You look gorgeous! My best friend never disappoints. Oh, wait there''s still this!"


    N turned to see Vrie holding a diamond-studded tiara. She couldn''t help but smile.


    "Let me put it on for you," Vrie offered.


    "Okay."


    Vrie carefully adjusted the tiara on N''s head, making sure it sat just right.


    "Perfect," she said, satisfied.


    N looked at her with gratitude. "Vrie, thank you."


    "Oh,e 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?"


    Nughed. "There''s no way I could sleep right now!"


    Vrie chuckled. "Yeah, I get it. If I were you, I''d be way too excited to sleep too."


    A thought struck N. "Wait a minute... So was it around the time you started asking


    me all those weird questions that Damon began nning this wedding?"


    Vrie 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 Vrie would rather forget. Some questions she could


    answer, but others? She''d had to ask N directly.


    "You really went through a lot," N said, amused.


    Before Vrie could respond, a knock sounded at the dressing room door.


    "Come in," N 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.


    Vrie nced at him a few times before looking away.


    "Aunt N, how''s everything going?" he asked.


    "Almost ready. I was just chatting with Vrie."


    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," N said.


    "Of course. Aunt N, if you need anything, just text me."


    Vrie 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 N and Damon''s wedding he swallowed his words.


    "Alright. I''ll head out then," he said in a low voice.


    As he left, N turned to Vrie. "You two still haven''t made up?"


    "It hasn''t even been a month yet. I''m still waiting to see how he does," Vrie


    replied.


    Lately, Michelle had been causing trouble again, and Vrie wasn''t sure if Brandon could really hold his ground.


    N 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.