Invitada Sorpresa Novels & Stories

Clarissa walked over to Rosita who was sitting facing the laptop, still struggling with work. "What's wrong, Mom?" Clarissa sat across from Rosita. "I am invited by a friend for dinner. Can you come with me?" Rosita was going to attend a co-worker's wedding. Only special people were asked to come. "Today? Why so sudden?" Clarissa looked at Rosita. Her heart began to feel displeased. It was possible that the business of finding a mate continues. "Invitations came rather suddenly too. You don't have anything to do, do you?" Rosita confirmed.

Juan, ever watchful, glanced at each face in turn, saying nothing, but soaking in everything. Then Maria suddenly raised her gaze and spoke. “Grandfather.” Mr. Rossi looked up, his knife paused mid-butter across a scone. As their gaze locked, Maria placed her napkin down, folding it slowly. “The celebration party next week… will the invitations include a plus one?” The question shattered the silence like glass on marble. Even Princess looked up from her phone. Mr. Rossi’s brows drew together. “Why are you asking?” Maria lifted her chin. “Because I won’t be attending with Kia.”

“Ella usually helps me with the planning but with her leaving, this suits my purpose perfectly. I want this to be a surprise for her. Anyway, first thing first, you should know that there are two things going to be celebrated at the party this weekend, Little Sister.” * * * The next morning, a card and a box arrived at her mother’s house and they were addressed to her. Judging by the Summers logo, she could tell that it was an invitation to Summers Entertainment's tenth birthday celebration long before she even opened the envelope and pulled the card out. What she did not know was the content inside of it. Instead of the usually printed invitation with details on the venues and such, on her

When I felt a little sleepy and cold, I went inside. I was about to open my room when I heard Callum's voice. "Already sleepy?" I saw him approaching and holding a white paper. "Yeah..." I replied before looking at what he was holding. What does he need? "Here, it's an invitation" he handed me the invitation card. My brows furrowed when I read the name written on the front of the card. It's a birthday party of Mr. Shiloah Salvador that will happen…tomorrow? Who the hell is this?!

I said as I passed a hot guy. "Wow, Selena Joyce is finally out," the guy shouted so that everyone would hear. I got myself into the function, not missing any words. Every single word I thought I needed, I typed on my phone. "So Selena," the lady who I think dropped the invite said. "Next month, I will be holding a lady's party." Smiling, I held her hand and shook my head. "I won't be here," I said. "Why is that?" She asked.

"Just so you know, this hotel has plenty of chefs, so you don't need to worry about my husband going hungry." Veronica smiled wryly. She didn't respond to Anne's jab. Instead, she turned to look at Kaivan. "I'd better go now. Sorry if I've taken up your time, Kai." Before leaving, the blonde woman reached into her bag and pulled out something. She handed a paper resembling an invitation to Kaivan. "This weekend, I'm hosting a birthday party. I invite you and Anne to come. I hope both of you can find some free time to attend."

Ariana felt a little bored after waiting for almost five minutes, she called the waitress and asked her to bring some sweet wine, then she took out her phone and started browsing, looking at other people's posts on social media. All of the sudden, a picture of Camilla, Fortune, and Asia appeared in her eyes with the caption of "best birthday ever" Ariana was shocked..... today was Camilla's birthday, she scrolled down to see the other photos, indeed it was her birthday. But why didn't she invite me to her party? Ariana was stunned, how could this be possible, or maybe that's why she refused to go out with me, how could this b*tch be so ungrateful?

“The party's strictly invitation only.” “Actually, I think you mean "e-vitation" only." Mia holds up a phone with her own smug smile as their faces suddenly appear on the guests list. “I do hope you still remember how to groove, Cameron. This is going to be one party that won't be forgotten any time soon.”

For the first time all evening, I watched her actually reconsider me, the way you reconsider something you'd mistaken for harmless. "Well," she said, recovering her smile a moment later, brighter than before, like she'd decided the safest move now was warmth. "I did want to ask you something, actually. I'm hosting a small event, the Salvatore Women's Outreach Program, three days, helping families in need across the country. Just the wives of a few important men. I'd love for you to join us." "I'll think about it." "Of course." Her smile held, though it didn't quite reach her eyes anymore, not the way it had at the start of the conversation. "I'll have the invitation sent tomorrow. I do hope

She hands me the card, and I look at it. The Velvet Accord, it reads, Vail Ridge. Basement. Dinner starts promptly at 8 PM. Underneath this is an address. “What I’ve just invited you to at the The Velvet Accord is by invitation only.” The woman says this as I meet her gaze after reading what’s on the card. “If you’re tired of vanilla, this is your chance to try a whole world of flavors.” She steps away. “If you decide to come, rest assured: there will be someone there who’ll be more than happy to take what you have to offer, whatever that is.”