Lauryn's POV
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding as I slid into the car. I held onto Pudge with a bit more grip. "I don't know if I should yell at you or kiss you," I whispered in Pudge's ear. She barked in response.
"Do you think she knew it was me?" I asked Brie.
"How could she unless you told her? You didn't tell her did you?" Brie responded.
"No, but she's not that stupid either. At least I hope she isn't," I said running a hand through my hair.
"I'm sure she's not. Why don't you just tell her and get rid of all the stress of her finding out. You both have sent enough letters to set a foundation of love right?"
"We've sent no more than eight short letters over the past few months."
"What?! Does she even know your full name?"
"How could she if she doesn't even know my first full name?"
"Dude, What is wrong with you? Do you want to know who you're marrying?"
"I guess but I...she's gonna run off into the sunset with Tom Holland. Didn't you see them all cuddled up by the front gate? I might as well just give up and marry that other dude." I leaned onto the car window seeing that we were coming up to the airport soon. I was dropping off Brie at the airport so she could make her way back to L.A.
"Maybe not completely..." I looked over at the blonde who was nervously rubbing her hands on her pants.
"What do you mean?" She sighed reaching into her carryon. She pulled out a blue envelope with my name on it.
"I was gonna give it to your sisters to give to you, or maybe mail it but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It'd be better coming from me. Don't open it until you make your decision okay?" We pulled up in front of the airport door. I nodded taking the envelope. "Gonna miss you kid. But I promise I won't miss the wedding."
She gave me a hug kissing my cheek before getting out of the car. "Bye."
"Bye."
One Week Later...
I'd be down to three months in two weeks if I didn't make my decision now. I'd gotten my letter from Zendaya a lot earlier than usual. Probably because she's here in London.
I think I'm gonna just tell her who I am. Or invite her over to the palace and then tell her. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I look at my desk between Brie's bright blue envelope and Zendaya's yellow one. I held them both in my hands, not knowing which one to open first.
China walked into my room and sat on my bed. "Whatcha doin Lou?" She asked with a bright grin on her face.
"Trying to figure out which letter to read," I said not looking up.
"Go with the yellow one. It's pretty," China laughed. I laughed sarcastically turning around in my chair.
"It's not about which one is prettier. It's about what's inside them."
"Well who are they from?"
"Zendaya and Brie. Brie wanted me to open her's when I made my decision about what I'm going to do about this marriage thing. If I'm going to do the arranged marriage or give my freedom one last shot."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have to give it a shot or I'll regret it forever. I already regret looking so late. I only have three months to convince her."
"No one told you to wait. Here, let me see them." I handed her the envelopes. She put them behind her back, and I heard the paper shuffling. "Pick a hand. Left or right?"
"Uhhh I wanna sayyyy....le- no ri-no! Left, left. I pick left." She handed me Brie's bright blue envelope. I let out a breath, taking the letter and sitting next to her on my bed.
"Can I read this one while you read that one?"
"I don't know Chi. I wanna be the first to read it." She pouted and flopped back on the bed. "I'll tell you all about them when I finish."
"Okay fine. I'll be in Sierra's room." China got and skipped away leaving me alone in my room. I opened the envelope taking in a deep breath to prepare me for her words.
Dear Kid,
I know you've been really worried about the wedding and who you're going to marry and stuff. I know you really want Zendaya to be your wife, but (hear me out) I maybe only if you want to be your wife.
I eyes widened and I blinked a few times before rereading the line again. Wife?! This can't be possible. We're best friends. Where could this have come from?
It sounds crazy, probably because you don't look at me that way. And we'd have so much to lose. Our friendship means so much to me. But I've loved you as more than a friend for a long time. Please give me a chance. We'd really enjoy ourselves. I can see us growing old together and traveling the world. I'd love so much to get married. I guess this is my sort of proposal. If you'll consider it.
Call me when you read this,
Brie
P.S. I love you
I sat there speechless with the letter in my hands. She wants to marry me? Why hasn't she ever brought this up when she was here? If she did did I notice? Dear God. What in the actual fuck is going on?
I let out a heavy breath as I went to open the second letter. I really hope Z has some kind words for me.
Dear Lou,
Thank you for thinking I'm a badass, but trust me I am not. My favorite flowers are daisies and my favorite color is black. Now that I've given my answers, I want to ask you a few questions.
Oh fuck.
The other day I flew into London with a close friend of mine and we took a tour of all its great monuments. We saw everything. The Big Ben, the London Eye, and most importantly Buckingham Palace. A really beautiful place.
This isn't good.
Just recently my friend pointed out that the sender's address on the letter matches the address of Buckingham Palace. Call me crazy but I have a sight reason to believe that you live in the Palace. I just wanted to know if it were possible for me to come over and meet you in person to confirm or deny my beliefs? If you don't mind that is. I really hope you take my question into consideration. It's been driving me crazy.
Don't be a stranger,
Zendaya
How can I spin this situation so that everyone's happy? Why is this happening now? Maybe I could...I don't know what the hell to do.
