Alaia
My phone rang, and I searched the house for it, not remembering where I left it. The sound leads me to the foyer, and I hurry to grab it before missing the call. It was from a private number, so I answered quickly.
"Good afternoon, Miss Russell. I'm calling from Minister Lander's office. We need to confirm your attendance at the dinner this Friday. The invitation was sent last week," said the minister's assistant.
"Dinner, this Friday," I repeated his words and walked to the study, where my mail was likely to be. I sifted through the papers until I found the card I assumed was the invitation from the minister, of which I had no idea. "Yes, I received it," I responded, trying not to show that I had no clue about the invitation.
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