Written in a beautiful handwriting:
"Amelia Luna Folks,
You are invited to the Last Moon Association party, which will take place today at 5pm. A small gift is enclosed from the founders of the Association, for your amazing courage, determination and heart of gold. A limousine will come to pick you up, please do not be late.
Yours sincerely,
Last Moon Association Founders"
I blinked a few times, then ran my eyes over the lines of the invitation again. A smile instantly appeared on my face, and soon a few lines of worry etched themselves into my forehead. Does this mean that I won't be able to see Issac until this evening? I shook my head, putting that thought out of my head. I pushed the letter onto the table and then hooked my fingertips around the edge of the golden box. Lifting the
