Novel & Cerita In My Double Digits Era Invitation

The people around them watched enviously. Finley and Frances looked at the invitation handed to them in astonishment. They never expected the group of cultivators that had yet to reach the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank to have invitations. They felt slightly embarrassed by the situation. James said smilingly, “We’ll follow the rules. One VIP invitation allows me to bring two along with me, right? We have two VIP invitations, so we can have four followers. Our numbers add up just right. As for the remaining ordinary invitations, you can have them back.”

But I held my head high and had a big ass smile on my face that I knew was going to stay there for days. Somewhere around when my aches had faded, Malcolm texted and invited me to an exclusive club in the city. The only catch was that it had to be a double date since Aidan was our way in. I hoped Hana would do me this favor. I couldn’t wait to see Malcolm again and find out what kind of exclusive club Aidan was a member of.

The Vanes were supposed to be cornered, bleeding out in their mansion, yet they were sending personal couriers to her office. "Let me," Tyler said, reaching out to take the envelope from Sarah. He used a sleek silver letter opener to slice through the top, carefully pulling out a thick, heavy card. It was the official VIP invitation to the gala. The gold embossed lettering invitation was elegant, practically singing of high society luxury, inviting Elara to celebrate the "New Era of New York Commerce." On the surface, it looked like a standard, albeit incredibly expensive, peace offering or a formal acknowledgment of her rising power.

I had no idea but if I were to guess it was to keep uninvited guests from crashing the party. It was a gala hosted by Zachary Van Doren afterall, only the one percent of the one percent ever got an invite. “Yes sir. Starts at 7 this evening.” Her head bobbed with excitement like she was invited. Well technically she was. I always got an invite which covered myself and my plus one and wherever I went, my assistant went, it went without saying really. “Would the blacks be in attendance?” Her lips stretched in a wider smile.

That was the correct thing to do. Instead, I turned it over. The flap wasn’t sealed. Ignoring the silent protest my conscience gave, carefully, I opened the envelope. Inside was a single invitation. Heavy cardstock. Elegant lettering. Private Charity Gala. Hosted by the De Ville Family. My eyes scanned the details. Date. Location. Guest information. Exclusive attendance. Invitation only. I read the location twice, then a third time just to make sure. They were not using a public venue, they planned on using their own private property.

Venus took something from her bag and handed it to her. She stopped eating and took what the woman had handed her. It is an invitation card with the logo brand of The Finest Corporation. Her eyes widened when she read what was written on the card. It is an invitation for the company’s thirtieth anniversary. "Wow! You're invited?" she asked incredulously. The event is sure to be filled with celebrities and famous people in TV commercials and the advertising field. "Yep," was the woman's short reply that seemed more sad than happy as she continued eating.

Audrey I looked at the invitation that had both of our names on it. The elegant script and promise of a grand New Year’s Eve celebration sounded nice. But Edwin’s reaction puzzled me. His face had gone pale, his jaw clenched tight. “Why does this bother you so much?” I asked, picking up the invitation to examine it closer. The paper was thick and expensive, embossed with gold lettering. “It sounds like it could be fun. A big party to ring in the new year…”

Even though I know it won’t be light and carefree, but rather a careful political move, I’m actually excited. I carefully pen each invitation, making sure my handwriting is neat and legible: “You are cordially invited…”

“They are trying to force their way into the party, and they are using me - my invitation!” When the older security personnel looked at his companion, the latter said, “Sir, I tried to explain to them, but they would not listen.” Motioning to Charlie and Taylor, he added, “They have an invitation.” Just then, Charlie raised a golden invitation card and said, “Here’s our invitation.” Regina did not know why or what had happened, but the second she presented the invitation, the older security officer stiffened. He accepted the invitation and reviewed it carefully. He gulped and said, “We are sorry, Miss. Let me guide you to your seats.”

The invitation arrived on heavy cream stationery embossed with the Voss family crest. *Private dinner. Saturday. 8 p.m. Close friends only.* Victor had decided to celebrate the Singapore deal closing. Twelve people. Intimate. The kind of night where everyone would be watching everyone else over expensive wine and slow-roasted lamb. Damien almost declined. Then Elara texted from the new number she rotated every few days. **Wear the black shirt. The one that makes your arms look illegal. I’ll be thinking about them holding me down the entire night.**