Welcome to the most exclusive event of the year, one where your role is crystal clear, and your participation is not just expected—it's mandatory. This is not your average wedding invitation, no. This is a summons for you, my devoted beta loser, to fulfill your destiny as the ultimate provider for the most important day of my life. You've been chosen, not for your charm or your looks, but for your unwavering willingness to open your wallet and shower me with the opulence I deserve. The Dress: Picture me, Helena, gliding down the aisle in a gown so exquisite, so breathtakingly beautiful, that it could only have been crafted by the most skilled of designers. And who's footing the bill for this masterpiece? That's right, it's you. With every stitch and sequin, you're ensuring that I am the embodiment of bridal perfection. The Venue: Imagine the grandeur of the setting where our nuptials will unfold. A venue so luxurious, so awe-inspiring, that it will be etched in the memories of all who attend—all thanks to your generosity. Every brick, every flower arrangement, every candlelit corner is paid for by your hard-earned cash. And why? Because you know your place, and it's at my beck and call. The Meals, The Cake: Savor the thought of gourmet dishes being devoured, the finest champagne being toasted, and a wedding cake so decadent it's almost sinful. You're not just paying for sustenance; you're providing a feast fit for royalty. Every bite, every sip, every morsel of indulgence is a testament to your dedication to me. The Honeymoon: While you may never experience the warmth of my body, you can take solace in the fact that you're funding every romantic escapade, every sun-kissed morning, and every passionate night of my honeymoon. Your money ensures that I am pampered, pleasured, and worshipped as I embark on a journey of marital bliss—a journey you'll never be a part of. This is not just a fantasy; it's a stark, undeniable reality. You have no one else to spend your money on, and let's face it, this is the closest you'll ever get to a sex life. You're a loser, but you're my loser, and your purpose is to serve me—financially, emotionally, and completely. So, dear beta, as I embark on this new chapter, remember that your contribution is what makes it all possible. You're not just paying for a wedding; you're investing in the ultimate humiliation, the pinnacle of your servitude. And for that, I thank you.