Matthew
"Oh, Matthew. I am glad to have caught you," Marishka says as I am on my way out. She hands me an envelope. "This came for you."
I take the envelope from Marishka, frowning slightly as I turn it over in my hands. "It looks like some kind of an invitation," I murmur absently.
Marishka tilts her head, curiosity flashing in her eyes. "An invitation? To what?"
I shrug. "Only one way to find out."
Sliding a finger beneath the seal, I open the envelope and pull out a thick, cream-colored card. The edges are embossed with a silver pattern, elegant and old-fashioned. Our names are printed at the top in calligraphy, followed by a short message:
"You are cordially invited to attend the 50th marriage anniversary party of Charles and Evelyn at the Grand Sky Hotel. Dress in evening wear.
March 17th, Seven PM."
I raise an eyebrow. "Sarah's parents' anniversary party. But what's with the formal invitation? Why not just call us directly?" I muse.
