Tangled Birthday Invitation 소설 & 이야기

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

“Then, who?” “Tiffany.” “Your stepmom?” He nodded. “Yeah. And she invited you to brunch.” I blinked. That caused me to sit up. “Brunch?” “Brunch.” He said. And with that, he dug into his pocket and pulled out an invite. The paper was black with gold accents. The writing was done in calligraphy so excessively elegant and overdone, it was almost illegible – just how the rich liked it apparently. It smelled of vanilla and sandalwood.

A few strangers passed by, but everyone was wrapped in their worlds. "When is the event again?" Julia asked, squeezing his hand playfully. "On the 28th," Tim replied. Julia counted on her fingers, her face lighting up. "Wow! That's so close! I can't wait. I'm going to wear that birthday dress my cousin sent me!" she said, clapping her hands excitedly. Tim chuckled. "Babe," he said gently. "Yes?" "It's strictly an invitation. One staff, one invite. No plus ones."

“Alright ma’am.” Clanging of metals. Hitting of nails on wood. Hanging. Draping. Moving of boxes. I raised my voice above the noise. “ Remember It's a fundraiser and masquerade gala. I want the perfect background for it. And where are the invitations?” “Fifty just as you ordered.” He showed me a bundle wrapped in brown paper. I perked my brows. He ripped it open giving me one. I felt it in my hands. “Just what I wanted but I would like to invite two more people.”

“Does it have snack pictures?” “No,” I said. “It’s an invitation to a gala,” Sebastian said flatly. “Do galas have snacks?” Poppy asked. “Yes.” “Then it’s important.” I reached for my coffee cup. In Sebastian’s hand, the invitation turned over. Then he stopped. Very slightly. But I saw it. On the back of the card, beneath the official gold print, was a short handwritten message in black ink. The Guest List Never Been Wrong. No signature. Nothing else.

My mind started racing through the guest list, cataloging faces and connections. Was there a diplomat's daughter I'd missed? A business rival's wife he was trying to charm? Some political alliance he was forging without telling me? Pops never did anything without a reason, without calculating the return on investment. "Elena, dear," Pops said, his eyes locking onto the woman at my side with unmistakable warmth, and I felt my entire world tilt on its axis. "Please, come. Grant an old man his birthday wish." I felt Elena stiffen so hard she might as well have turned to stone. Her hand flew to my arm, her nails digging into the sleeve of my tuxedo with enough force that I'd probably find cresce

I whispered, my fingers fondling it gently. She may have been a promiscuous woman who shirked her responsibility as a mother and a Luna but she had good taste in fashion. Missy gave me a knowing grin. “You know that he called personally? To invite us to a ‘celebration’ party? Ron and I kept wondering when Kaden started dishing out personal invitations.” “It’s my birthday,” I whispered, my cheeks tinted in a blush. “Twenty-six.” Missy gasped. A full southern mother gasp.

The cool night air rushed over me, and my left ring finger felt unbearably empty. A notification buzzed on my phone. The tattoo artist had just posted a photo of today’s finished work. It was a close-up of Julie’s left hand, showing the rose. It also showed the hidden ‘A’ nestled between its petals. It stood out like a wound under the lights. Another notification appeared. It was the invitation designer asking for final confirmation before sending out the wedding invitations. I stared at the message on my screen and smiled bitterly. [Please cancel them. Don’t send them out.]

Lilian Yates stood up at this moment. She pointed an angry finger at Zack Zimmer and exclaimed, “Stop stirring up trouble here. My sister already mentioned before that my family is allowed to join Grandma Yates’ birthday banquet!” “This invitation is clearly for us!” “Okay, okay. Stop arguing!” Senior Zimmer said indifferently. “Just look at the letterhead of the invitation card.” Then, he flipped open the invitation card with an excited look. A group of Zimmers subconsciously came over for a peek.

Instantly, she shook her head as she guessed that Blaze had once again showed his lack of ingenuity with such an ordinary name for a beautiful building. The man in front of Tessy noisily cleared his throat, in order to gain the attention of the girl who was now admiring the lobby. While he enjoyed taking new tenants on tours around the condo, he wasn't in the mood for it that evening. He was eager to go home and meet his mother, who had developed cancer and needed to be taken care of. Meanwhile, Tessy seemed to regain herself and handed him a red card. "I'm here to see Blaze. Blaze Colt."