Page 27 of Kicking it with my Fake Fiancé
“A hundred percent.”
“Have you told Jared yet?”
She chuckled softly. “We tried to get in touch with Mr. Collins, but it seems he’s not answering his phone currently.”
I nodded to the empty room. “That makes sense. He’s on tour. He had a show last night and is probably still sleeping. Can I—can I be the one to tell him?”
“Of course you can. Now I need to go over the details of your travel with you. We only have ninety days from the day you arrive in the States to get you two married, so everything will move very quickly from here on out.”
Charlie kept talking but I barely listened to the rest of the conversation, mind racing with excitement over how Jared would react. When the producer had finished her spiel, she promised to email me the details and said we’d talk again soon.
The moment we hung up, I called Jared. He didn’t answer straight away so I checked my email, refreshing over and over again until the promised summary had come through from Charlie’s assistant. I skimmed it in a hurry, looking for dates. My departure was scheduled for Friday. I had less than three days to pack my life up and say my goodbyes.
My next order of business was clear. I picked up the phone again and dialed Mamma. She answered after only a few rings.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”
“I’m good.” I paused, debating between telling her and ripping off the bandage, or delaying the inevitable. “Mamma, I have some news.”
“Okay…”
“I’m moving to Americanow. My visa was approved and I have to leave on Friday.”
“That’s—that’s great. So quick though.”
“I know. The visa stipulates that we have ninety days from the day I land to get married, so I’m going over to help Jared plan and film the show.
“Three months? And you have to get married overseas?”
“I know, Mamma. I’m sorry. But I want you to know, I’m not leaving forever. I can come back after I get my citizenship.”
“Well, Iamhappy things are working out the way you hoped. I just hope we can arrange for me to travel to the wedding.”
“I know. I don’t have a date or anything yet. If you can’t travel, maybe we can live-stream it so you and Kasper can watch.”
“That would be nice.”
I swallowed the emotions bubbling up in my throat and coughed once. “I love you, Mamma.”
“I love you too, baby.”
We talked for a few more minutes about my travel arrangements and the timeline for the show. When I ended the call, I rang Jared.
“Hullo?” His voice was thick with sleep.
“Hi there,” I murmured. I suppressed the urge to call him baby or any other pet name, mentally patting myself on the back for my restraint.
There was a rustling on his end of the line. “Matty? What’s wrong?”
I laughed, soft and low. “Nothing. My visa was approved today.”
He was silent for a few moments. “Like, for real?”
“For real. I’m coming to the US on Friday. To—to get married. To live.”
“That’s…awesomenews.”
“My mom wasn’t so happy.”
