Dear Mysterious Woman in Jail Cell Next To Mine, You’re the one. The woman I am meant to marry. The fact that I don’t know what you look like or even your name, is no concern of mine. Well, maybe a little. But you sound hot. Wait, that doesn’t sound right, let me try again. I’m a billionaire. Even the huge gossip site, Masked Eyes, calls me devilishly handsome and billionaire I’d like to bang. My publicist is telling me to erase the previous paragraph but I don’t think I will because I want you to know that I got a lot going for me. Someone that many women would love to marry but I am choosing you. Will you marry me? No pressure, but I need to know soon. I have an inheritance depending on it. Yours Matrimonially, Hamish Blackwell