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...