Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 1227

The makeup artist and stylist glanced at the dress, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"This dress… Is it the one designed by Bell Burton?" they exclaimed.

The dress had become famous in the fashion world, with countless people eager to see it in person. However, after being purchased by a mysterious buyer three months ago, it had disappeared from the public eye—until now.

To their astonishment, it was right in front of them.

Nyla nodded. "Yes."

At her confirmation, the makeup artist and stylist's eyes lit up.

The makeup artist eagerly asked, "Ms. Kinsey, may I take a closer look? I promise I won't touch it—just a quick glance."

The stylist quickly added, "I'd like to see it too, Ms. Kinsey. Could I?"

Nyla was slightly taken aback. "But didn't you just say we're running out of time?"

"Just one minute! I swear I'll have your makeup done before the event starts," the makeup artist promised.

"Me too!" the stylist echoed.

Seeing their longing expressions, Nyla finally relented and nodded. "Okay."

With her permission, the two immediately stepped closer to the bed, bending down to admire the dress' intricate details and masterful craftsmanship. Envy flickered across their faces.

When the minute was up, they reluctantly tore their gazes away and returned to the vanity, focusing on their work.

…

Two hours passed.

Just as Nyla was beginning to feel drowsy, the makeup artist finally spoke. "Ms. Kinsey, we're finished. Please take a look and see if it's to your liking."

Nyla gazed into the mirror. The woman staring back at her had a flawless complexion, her skin as delicate as porcelain.

"Alright. I'm going to change into my dress now. You two can leave," Nyla said.

Sensing her mood change, the makeup artist and stylist didn't dare say anything more. They quickly packed their things and left.

Both were renowned international makeup artists and designers, yet in this estate, they knew their status meant nothing. The people here were not ones they could afford to offend.

Once they were gone, Nyla walked over to the bed and pulled out the dress. She stared at it for a moment before changing into it.

Just as she finished, a knock sounded at the door.

A maid's voice came from outside. "Ms. Kinsey, the banquet is about to start. Madam asked me to escort you downstairs."

"Okay." Nyla walked to the mirror, picked up the diamond crown, and placed it on her head before heading toward the door.

The moment she opened it, the maid outside froze, momentarily stunned by her appearance. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure.