Do you care to join us?
The invitations always arrived thirteen days before the event. No one really knew how they managed to find their ways into people’s hands, but no postal worker ever had access to these red envelopes. Candace Holland received hers through an exchange at a bar, the envelope tucked neatly under her margarita glass. She frowned and went to say something — but, when she looked up, the bartender was gone.