You’re beautiful, Madeline. Probably – no, scratch that, definitely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I thought so since the day I met you. Even when I shouldn’t, I always thought you were beautiful. I’ve always loved the way you smile when you think I’m not looking – I’m always looking. Even when I shouldn’t be.
I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about acting and how passionate you are about your dreams. I admire theway you don’t let anything stop you, to the point of agreeing to this charade. I think you’re so brave for going after your dreams. You inspire me.
You’re so incredibly talented, Mads, and I genuinely hope this arrangement works out for you. I hope you get that audition because you deserve it more than you realize. And I’m going to be so proud when I see your name in the credits at the movie theater one day.
So, here’s your not-really-a-love-letter love letter. You can crumple it up and toss it aside, or you can keep it until this is all over. I just wanted to give you something no one else ever has.
I just wanted to make you happy.
Lucas.
He wrote me a love letter?
My eyes blink away the wetness in my eyes as I scan his handwriting over and over again, re-reading the lines where my heart beats twice as fast.
My brows furrow as I place the letter on the bed and pull off the tissue paper, revealing a long, satin-black dress. My cheeks warm at the thought of Lucas buying this for me. I run my hands over the silky fabric, and a smile appears on my lips.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I pull the dress out of the box and slip it on, loving how it hugs my body like a glove, a slit running down my leg. It’s so beautiful. I can’t believe he did this.
I take my phone out of my bag and pull up his name, smiling to myself when I read our past conversations. I shake my head, typing out a text.
Me:
You bought me a dress?
Three little dots dance on the screen, making me nervous. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth while I wait for his answer.
Lucas:
No big deal. I just didn’t want you to come unprepared.
Me:
And the letter?
Lucas:
I meant what I said. I wanted to make you happy.
My lips pull into a smile as I stare down at his text.
Me:
Thank you.
Lucas:
Wow. A thank you? I believe that’s some sort of record.
Me:
You had to ruin it.
Lucas:
I love to please you.
Me:
