I’m just a wedding planner standing in front of three billionaire grooms… marrying them.
So that wasn’t supposed to happen, but the actual bride had an emergency, and her mother, a very scary woman, forced me to stand in so the wedding could go as planned.
“It’s just a formality,” she said. The legal work had already been signed and sealed.
I just had to slip into the wedding dress and squeak, “I do.” Since it’s one of those rich-people marriage of convenience things, there wasn’t going to be any kissing of the bride either, so I was good.
I mean, what could go wrong?
