Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 325 Epilogue: Kayla and Calvin XIV

Brenda had thought Damien was finally catching on, but his next words hit her like a cold splash of water. “Kayla picked it out at her shop. Said it’d suit you. Seems she was right–you like it, don’t you?”

Brenda’s face darkened, her mood souring in an instant. “You paid for it?”

Damien shot her a scowl. “What, you think I’d mooch off my own niece?”

Kayla had no clue that this one dress had upset Brenda so much that she stayed holed up in her room, too furious to come downstairs for a whole week.

*****

The boutique had hit its stride. For two months straight, customers kept coming, and some of the wealthier ones even spread the word, bringing in new faces.

It wasn’t a goldmine, but Kayla was over the moon. Truth be told, she was pulling in more cash than she ever had as an

actress.

One day, she gathered her family. “Mom, Dad, Mark,” she said, eyes sparkling with excitement, “I’m thinking of taking a trip. Probably gone for about two weeks.”

No one batted an eye.

Mark leaned in, curious. “Where are you headed? Want me to tag along?”

Kayla laughed, waving him off, “No way, Mark. I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t need a babysitter for everything.”

But to them, Kayla would always be their little girl, no matter how grown she was.

“I’m going to the Rockies this time,” she added with a grin. “Not too far. I’ll snap some awesome snowy mountain pics and toss them in our group chat.”

Mark, always the protective brother, mulled her words over a bit longer than their parents did.

“Kayla,” he said, squinting at her, “you’re not going on this trip with Calvin, are you?”

*****

Kayla

a full set

trip was hers alone–no one else

layered peaks stretched out before her. Her heart swelled with a wild, carefree joy she couldn’t quite put

town, wracking his brain for ways to steal a few more moments with

her business partner Amy gave him a sympathetic look.

garbage today!” John grumbled, clearly

the board, shaking his head. “That

smile, his heart clearly

where Kayla had gone–only that she was off on some

driving herself, there were

him

at John across from him. He pressed his lips together before speaking, “Sir Lewis, any chance you know how long Kayla’s

Calvin. A knowing grin tugged at his mouth as

realized Calvin’s recent distraction, his scattered focus, was all

lifted in an

dying to know where Kayla’s

a fresh

the steaming mug, taking his sweet

nerves were fraying. “Come on, Sir Lewis, just tell me. Aren’t you worried about her out there

go with her, she’ll have someone to watch her back, right?

wry smile creeping across his

on you, and you’re… decent enough. Just

she asks, I’ll say it was pure luck.

John leaned back and said, almost

on his phone, arranging

got to run–something came

watched his frantic retreat, chuckling to himself

way too

for a while. He should’ve

by Calvin,

child, a top–tier university grad, and