Callum
“Ok, so, I have three different invitation options,” Sierna said as she set down a bag on the kitchen island counter. I wasn’t actually supposed to be home, but my meeting had been canceled, so I had decided to come home. Conrad was still at work, and it seemed as if Veronica didn’t have a job anymore. “This is the first option,” she continued, as she pulled out a small piece of paper. Or cardboard. Or whatever the hell it was.
“It is very pretty,” Veronica remarked as she held the invitation in her hands.
“It’s cardstock in what they call tan,” Sierna went on, and I frowned. What the hell was cardstock? I was just about to ask when she continued. “The font is Alex Brush in bold,”
“Ok, that is a high contender,”
“Oh, wait until you see the other two,” Sierna said, and I rolled
