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Whether he has it himself remains another question.

Maybe the person getting married does.

Friend?

Client?

Employer?

Somebody he knows through the strange world he refuses to describe.

I close the invitation.

Then open it again.

This is becoming embarrassing.

A message arrives.

GHOST: You've opened it four times.

My body goes still.

Then irritation takes over.

VESPER: You cannot know that.

GHOST: I built half the room.

VESPER: I rebuilt the useful half.

GHOST: Yet I'm apparently the one counting.

I narrow my eyes at the screen.

VESPER: You are spying on me now?

GHOST: Watching authentication events isn't spying.

VESPER: That sounds exactly like something a stalker would say.

GHOST: And yet you opened it four times.

I hate him.

I bite my lower lip.

VESPER: Perhaps I was checking for additional information.

GHOST: There isn't any.

Naturally.

VESPER: No names?

GHOST: No.

VESPER: Bride? Groom?