On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé sponsored a poor student to marry him, and he agreed.

The night before my wedding, Christian’s charity student, Stella, was in trouble again.

“Stella overdosed on sleeping pills. She just got rescued.”

“Her parents are claiming that by taking her away, I ruined her reputation.”

“If I don’t marry her, those monsters will marry her off to some local eccentric.”

Christian leaned against my doorframe, lighting a cigarette.

“You’re not very mobile, so having her stand in for you at the wedding would be good for you too.”

“To avoid any suspicion, you can go abroad for a while. Think of it as a vacation.”