Over the course of three days, a wave of bewilderment swept through the upper echelons of Haven City. An increasing number of prominent families received anonymous, heavy-stock cream envelopes embossed with gold leaf—wedding invitations.
What truly set tongues wagging in the exclusive social circles, however, was the inclusion of the The Lynn Family.
When the invitation arrived at the Lynn residence, the atmosphere shifted from gloom to a state of electrified shock.
"Whose wedding is this? There isn't even a name printed on the card," Arthur Lynn muttered, turning the exquisite invitation over and over in his hands as if trying to divine the sender’s identity through the texture of the paper.
"Who cares whose wedding it is? Look at the venue!" Martha Pierce’s eyes practically glowed wi
