Crowning My Bridesmaid The Billionaire Heiress Walks Away

On my wedding day, the bridal car broke down midway.

By the time I finally rushed to the venue, the ceremony was already underway.

Vivian, my bridesmaid, wasn't wearing her designated bridesmaid dress. Instead, she wore an ivory bridal gown nearly identical to mine.

Under the gaze of all our friends and the glaring flash of the cameras, my fiancé knelt on one knee, holding up a ring:

"Vivian, will you marry me?"

When they noticed me standing in the doorway, everyone froze in panic.

I just smiled, walked up to them, took off my veil, and crowned her head with it.