I’m Amanda, 28, a professional event planner. Today I was handling the most extravagant wedding of my career, organized for Catherine, a 38-year-old heiress. She was marrying a man named Arnold—wealthy, charming, but someone I had never met during the planning process. Catherine assured me he trusted her vision.
On the wedding day, I finally saw the groom—and froze. “Arnold” was my ex-fiancé, John, who vanished six months ago after stealing my savings and leaving me in debt. He had a new name, a new life, and was moments away from marrying another woman.
I confronted him at the venue, exposing him in front of the guests. But Catherine’s brother, a police chief, dismissed me and threw me out. Determined to stop John, I disguised myself as Catherine’s long-lost “Grandma Linda” with the help of a makeup artist.
Back at the wedding, I gained everyone’s trust and announced a fake $800,000 diamond gift. Predictably, John took the bait. When he tried to steal it during a blackout, I caught him in the act and knocked him out. The police arrested him on the spot.
Catherine later thanked me and offered me a job as her personal assistant. I accepted, finally putting the past behind me and stepping into a better future.
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