Gayle repeatedly scanned the invitation card itself. "Is that all? Weird, most invitation cards indicate the bride and groom's names but isn't I written here?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know what our families are up to." I shrugged. I slid my fingers on the embossed prints on the card to feel the texture and continued, "My Dad is quite superstitious. He really made sure to grant the pact of my great grandparents and the family of my fiancé,"
"As for me, I will definitely come." Molly promised and placed the card inside her bag.
Gayle hugged the invitation card to her chest. "Me too! My Mom and Dad would surely be envious!"
"If they have spare time during that they, they are more than welcome to attend, Gigi. I would love to see them there," I said and fixed my eyeglasses up.