After her
spa trip the other day, Emma had come home to find a large envelope with her name on it, and Hank's clumsy printing on the outside.
Now she sat at her desk, considering the contents and accompanying note with an evil little grin on her face.
party is monday. send this back to me fast so it can go where its supposed to go. bee careful. -- H
"Hank, I love you," she breathed, turning over the invitation to Ben Nishimura's charity gala in her hands. The man had proved infinitely profitable once before, with what she had gleaned from him at Cumberland's birthday party, and this definately held promise. "For this, I might just kiss you."
Humming happily, she skipped over to her closet, pulling out a small box filled with stationary supplies and setting to work.
Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, and no one would ever know it was fake.
[Open door and open post! That Emma got a package is totally FB, the any mentions that she's a total delinquent and is committing forgery is NFB.]