The Billionaire’s Fake Wife

The sun cast a golden hue over the sprawling gardens of the Sinclair estate, where elegantly dressed guests mingled under billowing white tents. Crystal chandeliers hung from the trees, casting a mesmerizing dance of light across the lush surroundings. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a realm of affluence and opulence that whispered promises of dreams come true.

In the heart of this enchanting spectacle stood Yazmin Collymore, her eyes aglow with a mix of awe and anticipation. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back. She had a pair of piercing sapphire eyes, as deep and mesmerizing as the ocean. She was indeed pretty, wearing a short black sleeveless gown with heels.

Although it wasn’t Yazmin’s wedding, she was sure she was way more happy then the bride herself. Why shouldn’t she be? This was the one wedding planning gig that could change her life.

She had planned many celebrity weddings but the Sinclairs were powerful and influencial which had made her sometimes wonder why their only son would be getting married to a nobody like Freya Hugnes.

Freya was from a humble background and the bride to be married into the Sinclair family, Yasmin had only met her once. She had tried her best to impress Freya the first time they had met for a wedding dress fitting but the bride never really showed much of a reaction. Yazmin had seen the longing in her eyes, like she wanted to be somewhere else and with someone else, doing something else.

Yazmin had asked her why she had that kind of look on and why she never for once smiled during the dress fitting and Freya had told her she was just conflicted. Yazmin had told her to follow her heart, because it didn’t matter what others thought. Freya’s wedding was going to change her fortune for good and that was all that mattered.

As she discreetly navigated through the crowd, her mind raced back to the early days when her father's tragic accident had shattered her world.  He had died from a car accident six years ago and they had ended up losing all his properties to Yazmin’s greedy uncle, Dean Collymore.

After that, Yazmin and her mother and sister had to move to a very tiny apartment. Struggling to make ends meet, Yazmin had picked up shifts at different places for years until she finally got drawn into the world of wedding planning by a friend. And so far, she had been doing great, unless something goes wrong at this wedding. It would be the end of her career.

“Yaz!” She heard someone call her name among the crowd. She slowly turned to the direction and she was surprised to see Molly, her best friend who she had begged to attend the wedding but had declined because she said rich people disgusted her.

“Hey! You came?” Yazmin’s voice rang out in excitement as she held Molly’s hands.

Molly smiled at her and Yazmin could feel that familiar comfort in her smile. Molly’s smile was enough to light up a room and that smile had led her to be voted ’Most likely to marry a billionaire’ in their high school year book. Besides that, she was a beauty to behold.

Yazmin watched Molly bring out a pair of glasses from her her bag. She smiled as she handed it over to her, “I came to drop it off, your mum said you would need it” she said.

Yazmin collected it from her and examined it, she had expected it to be broken because it had been missing for a few days but as usual, her mom had found it.

Yazmin’s lips curled into a smile, “Thanks, Molly. Where did mum find it? I’ve been looking all over for it,”

“In a big bag in your kitchen, I think,” Molly replied, exchanging glances with her.

“You mean ‘the bag of multiple stuffs’?” She asked almost bursting into a laugh.

Yazmin’s mother had this bag in the kitchen that had been there since they moved in. Yazmin and her little sister Janelle had always called it ‘the bag of multiple stuffs’ because the bag seemed to always have everything, even stuffs they didn’t need. Their tiny apartment itself, contained a lot of stuffs they didn’t need.