Aubrey's POV

　　I stared at the invitation in my hand. It felt heavier than it should've, like it wasn't made of paper, but of expectations.

　　I looked away. "Someone already invited me. And I said yes to him."

　　Joseph's face didn't change, but something in his eyes did, like a flicker of tension that passed too quickly to catch fully.

　　"Oh, I figured," he said. He smiled faintly, but it didn't reach his eyes.

　　"I think you should go ...