80 Invitations

Faye's POV

I put down my pen and shook my hand. Writing so much these past few days had left my wrist feeling sore.

Touching the golden flute hanging around my neck, I continued writing invitations for the engagement ceremony. Liam and Leander wouldn't let me do anything else, and this was the only task I managed to wrestle from their hands.

“Knock, knock,” came the rhythmic sound from outside the door.

By now, I could tell whether it was Liam or Leander just by the knock. Liam’s knocks were rhythmic, usually two or three at a time. He would knock once, wait, and if I didn’t respond, he would knock again with the same rhythm.

Leander’s knocks were as enthusiastic as he was, rapid and insistent, like he was knocking on a drum, making sure I opened the door immediately.

I slipped on my slippers and darted to the door, opening it eagerly.

Liam was looking at his phone, but when he heard the door open, he looked up and gave me a charming smile.