Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
He makes a sudden, devilish face. “Maybe you’d better actually read the invitation before you fully commit,” he warns mysteriously.
I shoot him a look of deep disbelief before grabbing my smartphone from my pocket. I open the camera app and scan the QR code on the card. The browser opens to a highly stylized, elegantly designed digital invitation. Intricate gothic borders frame the screen, and the words VAMP PARTY flash in bold, crimson letters that appear to be actively dripping blood down my phone screen.