I’ve been to more than a hundred weddings.
But something like this has happened to me for the first time.
The bride runs away from the wedding a few hours before the ceremony, and they force me to become the billionaire’s fake wife.
— Wait! What bride?! I’m the wedding coordinator! I didn’t agree to this!
— Listen to me. Right now, either you put on this dress yourself and spend the day playing the role of a happy, in-love woman—or I will pack you into it myself. After that, you won’t even find work as a cleaner in a supermarket. Better listen to my words, Veronika. Help me, and I’ll reward you well. I don’t like being in debt to people…