The Real Heiress Strikes Back

During the wedding, right as we were exchanging rings,

my own brother came bursting in with the fake heiress in his arms, her face bloodless, announcing that her PTSD had flared up

and that Clive Delgado, my psychologist fiancé, had to step in and treat her at once.

I was just about to open my mouth to stop him when a string of comments floated past my eyes.

*The fake heiress's PTSD got better ages ago. She made a bet with someone that she'd wreck this wedding, and if she wins she gets a limited-edition Chanel bag.*