could marry a movie star. “At least, not yet.” I tried to hide my disappointment. “Have it your way, then,” I said, turning away from him to grab my clutch. “Don’t be sour,” Don said. “Who’s sour?” I said. We walked out of my apartment, and I shut the door behind me. ‘Tm going to ask you tonight.” His voice was pleading, nearly apologetic. “At the premiere. In front of everyone.” I softened. “I just wanted to make sure... I wanted to know... .” Don grabbed my hand and got down on one knee. He didn’t open the ring box again. He just looked at me sincerely. “Will you say yes?” “We should go,” I said. “You can’t be late to your own movie.” “Will you say yes? That’s all I need to know.” I looked right at him and said, “Yes, you dumb fool. I’m mad for you.” He grabbed me and kissed me. It hurt a little. His teeth hit my lower lip. I was going to get married. To someone I loved this time. To someone who made me feel the way I was pretending to feel in the movies. What could be any further from that tiny sad apartment in Hell’s Kitchen than this? An hour later, on the red carpet, in a sea of photographers and publicists, Don Adler got down on one knee. “Evelyn Hugo, will you marry me?” I cried and nodded. He stood up and put the ring on my finger. And then he picked me up and spun me in the air. As Don put me back down, I saw Harry Cameron by the theater door, clapping for us. He gave me a wink.