"So, what does he want?" I repeat my question.
"He wants to marry you."
Mike and Paul gasp loudly. On the other hand, Morgan and Peter are indifferent, which means that Oscar told them about this beforehand.
Wait, Peter isn't entirely indifferent, because he nods at me with a look of sympathy, signaling that Oscar isn't joking. Meanwhile, here I am, utterly speechless. To say that my jaw has dropped to the ground is an understatement.
"Excuse me?" I stare at Oscar like he's crazy, like he has just spoken an alien language.
"You heard it," he says. "He wants to marry you."
My mouth opens and closes like a fish. When I finally find myvoice to speak, it's shaking, "What kind of nonsense is this?"
No one, however, can answer me.
I clench my fists tightly at my sides. If I'd known that the world revolving around my celebrity life would be this crazy, I would have thought again before deciding to pursue my dreams.
"That doesn't make any sense. When I marry someone, it will be a man whom I love, who loves me too and will propose to me, and most importantly who issane,"I say firmly before I realize something. I burst into laughter—I've never laughed this hard that I'm starting to question my sanity as well. "This is so funny. This man is a joke. You guys are pranking me, aren't you?"
From the expression on Mike and Paul's faces, they're expecting that Oscar is indeed joking. But Oscar just stares at me in silence, more sympathy skating on his face.
"I'm sorry to say this to you, Cassie, but he seems pretty serious about this. In fact, he has met the director in person," he says matter-of-factly. "With his lawyer."
My mouth drops open again. "Why are you talking as if my marriage is a fucking business deal?"
But Oscar ignores my words and shakes his head in desperation. He takes an envelope that's lying on the coffee table and hands it to me. "Maybe you should read this first to adsorb everything. According to him, this is his proposal."
I snatch the envelope from his hand. The reason why I did it is that I can't wait to tear the letter apart into a million tiny pieces. I thought that I couldn't get any angrier, but once I open the envelope and read it, my eyes drinking every word, I realize how wrong I was.
My hand is shaking as I hold the letter. It is handwritten. To be honest, his handwriting is not that bad, but that doesn't make the letter less crazy. In fact, this is the craziest thing I've ever read.
Dear Cassie,
I'm Lucas Klein. But you can call me Luke.
I was informed that you're in big trouble, so considerthis as my generosity. Yes, I'm willing to help you clear your name. I'll save your career. I'll make you the world's most loved superstar again.
On one condition. You will be my wife.
I'm currently in LA too for a business trip, so once you read this, I will send a chopper to your place so that we can talk in my office.
-Luke
It is not a question.
You're hot.
Have you googled my name? You might want to try that, and you'll find something that you'll like.
