Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
"Want an asteroid in your backyard? We supply asteroid, was plainly flabbergasted. Not in his wildest imaginings had she's made of tungsten, iron, quartz crystals, and cinnabar! But there couldn't be two asteroids of that shape anywhere else in the Belt, so He jerked a badly crumpled ethergram from his pocket, smoothed it out, and thumbed his nose at the signature. "Whee! Mr. Andrew S. Burnside, you owe us five hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" asteroid." In the ship, the ethergram from Andrew S. Burnside, of Philadelphia, one of the richest men in the world, still lay on the deck-plates. It that yes I would like an asteroid in my back yard. Must meet following composed of iron ore, tungsten, quartz crystals, and cinnabar. Must be in my back yard before 11:30 rocks (chiefly due to the activities of Saylor &amp Saylor, a rival firm) neither Bob nor Queazy would have thought of sending an answering ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. It there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries would be over. That they had actually discovered the asteroid, using asteroids in the asteroid belt, and they had been out in space only three weeks. The "asteroid in your back yard" idea had been Bob Parker's originally. Now it was a fad that was sweeping Earth, and Burnside wasn't the first rich man who had decided to hold a wedding on top of an asteroid. Unfortunately, other interplanetary moving companies had cashed in on before this if he hadn't been lanky and tall while they were giants. Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to By the naked eye, they could see iron ore, quartz crystals, cinnabar, use it. He satisfied himself as to the exterior of the asteroid, and "May I ask what you interlopers are doing on my asteroid?" asteroid "below." "I said," remarked the girl, "that you should scram off of my asteroid. He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they hadn't yet examined. It was a rough plane, completing the rigid qualifications Burnside had set down. to move this asteroid from its orbit and haul it back to Earth. an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But for this asteroid. Some screwball millionaire wants it for a backyard If we don't take this asteroid to Earth before June 2, we go back to both understand each other. G'bye again. I'm staying here and—" she the asteroid you'll save your business, but I'll meet a fate worse than fuming. "Let this brat have her way. But if I ever run across her without a space-suit on I'm going to give her the licking of her life, right where it'll do the most good!" double-crossed. Those boys are after this asteroid too, and they won't hesitate to pull any rough stuff. We're in this together, understand? We got to back each other up." The girl nodded dumbly. Suddenly she seemed to be frightened. "It's—it's very important that this—this asteroid stay right where it sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic ethergram direct from Andrew S. Burnside ordering this asteroid." hurled straight at Billy Saylor, lifted him straight off the asteroid suddenly brightening face. "Don't thank me," he whispered. "We'd have both been goners if it hadn't been for her. The Saylor brothers left her paralyzed like scattered us far and wide." Queazy's broad, normally good-humored face twisted blackly. "The so and so's didn't care if we lived or died." Bob saw the girl now, standing a little behind Queazy, looking down at The girl said glumly, "I guess you men won't much care for me when you find out who I am and what I've done. I'm Starre Lowenthal—Andrew S. Burnside's granddaughter!" Bob came slowly to his feet, and matched Queazy's slowly growing anger. "Say that again?" he snapped. "This is some kind of dirty trick you and asteroid like this. But I did, long before he ordered it from you—or from the Saylor brothers. You see—well, my granddad's about the stubbornest old hoot-owl in this universe! He's always had his way, and when people stand in his way, that's just a challenge to him. He's been badgering me for years to marry Mac, and so has Mac—" "Who's Mac?" Queazy demanded. "My fiancé, I guess," she said helplessly. "He's one of my granddad's protégés. Granddad's always financing some likely young man and giving him a start in life. Mac has become pretty famous for his Mercurian nerves. So I decided to trick him and I came out to the asteroid belt and picked out an asteroid that was shaped so a wedding could take place on it. I took the measurements and the composition, then I told my grandfather I'd marry Mac if the wedding was in the back yard on top of an asteroid with those measurements and made of iron ore, tungsten, and so forth. He agreed so fast he scared me, and just to make sure find the asteroid in time they wouldn't be able Asteroids up to a certain size belong to whoever happens to be on them, the asteroid was delivered, so he gave the order to several companies." " Bob groaned. Then he looked at Starre Lowenthal with ours both travel on the HH drive—inertia-less. But the asteroid has fling at getting the asteroid back!" matter of survival. If the by-product of delivering the asteroid is your marriage—sorry! But until we do get the asteroid back, we three asteroid back? Remember, commercial ships aren't allowed to carry Starre. "He's always pulling me up short when I go off half-cocked. All meantime, Starre—ahem—none of us has eaten in three weeks...?" Starre got the idea. She smiled dazzlingly and vanished toward the Bob Parker was in love with Starre Lowenthal. He knew that after five days out, as the ship hurled itself at breakneck speed toward Earth probably that distracting emotion was the real reason he couldn't attach any significance to Starre's dumbbell-shaped ship, which trailed Starre apparently knew he was in love with her, too, for on the fifth "Right," he said unsteadily. "Anyway, Starre, as I was saying, this shake. He took her hand. "Starre," he said desperately, "I've got to faltering. "The asteroid—" "There's your ship, Starre." He jabbed his finger at it. "I've got a the whole solution of the problem of grabbing the asteroid back lies Starre's blue eyes followed the long cable back to where it was cosmic dimensions, while Starre and Queazy stood over him bursting into discovered the next day. They had expected to pick up the asteroid Moon's orbit. But now they saw the giant ship attached like a leech to the still bigger asteroid—inside the Moon's orbit! A mere two hundred The excited cry came from Starre. But Bob swore. The dumbbell ship better calculations, they managed to put the firmly held asteroid the asteroid was several times as massive as the ship which was towing Starre was chortling with glee. Queazy whispered, "Attaboy, Bob! This you release the asteroid."

<question>:
Why does Starre lay claim to the asteroid?

<options>:
A She's trying to get away from her life. She can't stand how stubborn her Grandfather is.
B She's trying to delay her arranged marriage, by preventing the asteroid from ever being delivered.
C She told her Grandfather about the asteroid and told him she would marry Mac on top of it.
D She's Burnside's granddaughter and is protecting it for him.

<answer>:

B