Mario Invitation Template Novels & Stories

“No? Okay, sorry snookums.” Kiara opened the invitation reading it from cover to cover. “No way…” She put her hand over her mouth, squealing and kicking her feet. It was an invitation to the biggest, most influential Charity Gala there was, Acts of Compassion. It was a two-in-one as well, it came as a masquerade party as well. “Hey! That hurts,” Maria whined as her daughter’s hyperactivity affected her ears. “Dad? Are you kidding? Is this a fake?” Kiara turned the letter over, trying to look for any evidence of a faux letter. But, no, instead there it was, the stamp of approval right at the bottom of the letter.

He questioned. “I have a few ideas.” Lily brought out a box and led Vastria and he father to a nearby table laying out three cards with envelopes. One was white with formal lettering in gold, a basic invite letter. Another was also white with intricate lettering in silver with doves and gate bordering background. The last one was black with silver lettering, plain lettering, but the border design was rose vines with silver roses. Vastria stopped Lily before she could say anything about the invite cards. “I think this one will be best, but I want to add things to it.”

I said quickly, defensive. Mario tilted his head, studying me like I was the most fascinating puzzle he’d ever seen. Then, slowly, he reached into his jacket and slid a thick white envelope across the glass table toward me. “For you,” he said. I frowned. “What is this?” “Security,” he said softly. “Freedom. Enough money to take care of yourself and your family for a long time. I did some research on you, and it looks like you need this, your mom is sick and it could go a long way in helping her.”

"Hi, welcome to Cris Cafe what can I get for you?" "I'll like a cup of cappuccino and an apple pie," the lady said with an attitude, I wasn't in the mood to say anything so I just made her coffee and handed her pie to you. "Hey bitch" Mario my best friend said to me "Have you heard the news?" he continued "What news?" "That Walker enterprise is open for submission of applications as a personal assistant, I think you should submit one, I have the hope that you'll be called for an interview "

“How do I get there?” Kaden brought his phone out, showing him an invitation that had been sent out by Marco earlier that day. “It's a masked party and I'm pretty sure you are a known person, so you will be rejected entry. Besides, you can register as an anonymous participant and find your way in.” “How much for registration?”

“It’s just paper.” He pulled out an envelope, and Theo quickly snatched it from him, tearing it open. Inside was an invite, a note from Marco Valerio, inviting us to the next Mafia banquet, a peace treaty, whatever the hell he was calling it now. “Just make sure to show up next time,” the man said with a sickening grin. I stared at him, my blood boiling. “Next time you show up here and cause a scene, or come onto Orlov territory, make sure you’re prepared to lose your head.”

Mario replied while releasing out smoke from his mouth "I know it's early hours on that side but I have a business proposal for the comare. Can you fit us in her schedule today? It's an emergency." The caller asked. "You need to first tell me what the business is all about before you see the comare." He replied in a serious voice. "Come on Mario, you know I bring good business with me." the caller tried to entice Mario. Mario paused for a while then finally give in to his request. "Good, then I will see you soon." the caller said and immediately hang up.

Just then, Mia reappeared, holding a few pieces of sleek, glossy invitation cards. “You can invite some of your friends too,” she said, handing one to Angelo. He took it with a quick thanks, then stood to leave. “Oh, Zac—” Mia said, stopping near the door. “Here.” She extended an invitation toward him. “Can you give this to Celine? And maybe pass it to any of your friends who’d like to attend?” Zac took it silently, his fingers brushing hers for a second. The card read: Zandawoo x Mia: The Reveal.

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…”

Any piece of information can be useful. He turns to look at me. "Everyone coming knows that nothing can be premeditated. Not even a dinner party." I send out the invitations, fifty in total. It takes me a couple of hours to find the right templates, which thankfully Nora kept organized. It's easy to navigate through all the files. I'm done by noon.