Mr. Michael sent Alice a message inviting her to the party with the address and time attached to it. He had to gather courage to do it even though he wasn't comfortable with it.
Alice's phone buzzed, and she saw the message, “What! Is this real?” Alice wondered, her eyebrows raised.
“Michael Taylor inviting me to a party? What party is that?” Alice questioned herself, her eyebrows scrunched up.
“This is definitely not real,” Alice added, and continued with what she was doing. Suddenly, her phone rang loudly, snapping her off her thoughts.
It was an unknown number: “This Michael on the line, I hope you will grace our occasion.” In the caller's voice.
“Sure… Sure, I will be there as soon as possible,” Alice stammered, struggling to grasp air.
“Thank you for accepting to come over. We
