A proper invitation
At the end of the evening, Alex returned the place card to Tess. "Keep it," he said. "Proof that your paperwork can produce a perfectly decent night."
She thanked him for being good company, then asked if he would like coffee. This time she specified a day, a place and the fact that the invitation came from her rather than a form.
He said yes. Her aunt began to smile triumphantly. Tess pointed at her with the folded napkin. "You are not invited."
The coffee was less glamorous than the wedding and significantly quieter. They discovered that they disagreed about several things, including cake. Tess found this encouraging. Alex was a real person now, which was much more interesting than the extremely available name she had written down.
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