*Six months later*

*Natalia*

Nimble fingers swirled back and forth across the premium stock paper, the glossy finish only elevating the elegant signature as the tip of the pen swirled my name across the front. I hummed softly to the light music on the radio, gently tucking the faded card into the envelope.

It was fastened with a ribbon folded along the sides, a faded silverish red, and a seal of gold on top. I gently placed the invitation on top ...