“Impossible! You’re lying!” Lana yelled, “Yasmine has never met any of Stephen’s relatives. You’re just bluffing!”
Harlan snatched the invitation from my hand, examined it closely, and his face turned paler by the minute. “This invitation… is real…”
Lana still couldn’t believe it. “How can you be sure it’s real?”
Harlan pointed to the signature on it. “This is Stephen’s personal signature. It… it really is…” He suddenly looked up and glared at me. “What did you do? How did you get Stephen’s invitation? What are you scheming?”
“What’s going on? What’s happening?” Dressed in her Vera Wang gown, Yasmine elegantly floated over, lifting the hem of her skirt.
“Yasmine!” Lana grabbed her, her face alternating between fury and anxiety. “Did you send Dana this invitation?”
Yasmine glanced at me, shaking her head in disbelief. “Why are you here? I never sent you an invitation!”
Lana pressed her lips together. “Could it really be from Stephen?”
“Absolutely impossible! Stephen said he didn’t… No, Stephen said he only issued one invitation, and that was to his most respected elder!”
The three of them all looked at me in disbelief. “How could it be someone like you?!”
Onlookers couldn’t help but ponder.
“Maybe it really was from Mr. Salvador.”
“That doesn’t make sense. How could Mr. Salvador know someone like Dana?”
“Could Dana be… Mr. Salvador’s…”
With the crowd saying all sorts of things, Lana suddenly screamed, “I know! Dana stole the invitation! She has nothing now and no one to rely on. She must have had someone steal it for her!” Her self–righteous tone immediately concluded the
matter.
