In My Double Digits Era Invitation Novels & Stories

~Lucien's POV~ An invitation arrived at dawn. Lucas brought it to the library, dropped it on the desk between Celine's shipping ledgers and my father's signature page from Pier 17. Heavy cream cardstock, embossed seal, the kind that cost more than most people's monthly rent. "The Ashford Maritime Gala," Lucas said. "Annual event. Neutral ground. Every shipping family in the region attends." I didn't touch it. "No I'm not going."

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

The invitation arrived four days after the dinner, handwritten on ivory card stock in a slanting, deliberate script. The paper was thick and the envelope was sealed with something that was not quite wax — a formal adhesive embossed with a small, plain E. Aria held it at the kitchen counter and read it twice before setting it down and going about her morning.

he added smiling. "But how come I didn't hear of it?" She asked "I was told to invite you if you wish to come, they give out invitations to the best of the young princes, princesses, best celebrities, young masters, and Young Don's of the world, they would have given you invitation card but due to I'm you twin and I'm part of the organizers I was told to invite you personally them, they said no need for inviting" he said stunning her.

“As if I’m the one cooking.” I chuckled, reaching into my handbag. As I fished around for a tissue, my fingers brushed against something smooth. The invitation. I pulled it out, flipping it over in my hands. The gold-foil lettering gleamed under the kitchen light. Anna glanced over, curiosity flashing across her face. “What’s that?” “Birthday invitation,” I said absently, running my thumb along the embossed edges. She leaned in, eyes widening. “Damn, that’s fancy. Must be an elite event. They probably spent a fortune just on printing those.”

Among the stack were two invitations neither child considered unusual. One was addressed to Margaret Sinclair. Another was addressed to Charlie Sinclair. Neither of them understood what they had just done.

Arriving at the hotel Fabian mentioned, I saw the entrance filled with luxury cars. I left my daughter in the car and walked in alone. It was only an engagement party, yet the decor was extravagant. Dressed to the nines, my childhood friend Fabian was greeting the guests. Behind him was a display of greetings and wedding photos of him and Tiffany. Revealing clothes and frivolous expressions, each one was pushing at the limits of my tolerance. I clenched my fists, desperate to tear them all apart. For the five years that we had been married, she had always acted like a pure maiden, granting me only a handful of intimate sessions.

Click on it, I waited for it to load but seeing it wasn't going to open that quick like I thought, I clicked on it again making it turn out to me marking the yes part of the invitation letter mistakenly due to my not clam hands which seems faster than my mind itself. Scrolling back up, I began to read it content inorder to know what gravity of damage I have caused already to myself. Realizing the invite made it clear that you must be couples already or your fiancee making her your date for that day and I on the other hand, I have no one to call my date not to talk of my fiancee.

The invitation reads in bold, black and glossy lettering. For me, this means one thing I had dreaded... I will have to face Mikos again.

Unable to take it anymore, she quickly dialled a number and after the third ring the person picked. "I need an invitation." she went straight to the point. "Just one. For my wedding data announcement, any theme you find luxurious." "Yes, ma'am," the man said. "How soon?" "Today before noon. I'll pay double if it comes earlier." "I can do that." She got off the call and quickly transferred the money, ignoring the RSVP messages coming in. She knew not one of them was from Aurora. Soon, her doorbell rang just before noon and she rushed to the door. The courier handed her a sleek envelope containing just what she suspected. She tore it open and pulled out the invitation, her fingers trembling.