Esther Carson crinkled her nose as her hands caressed the fine parchment of the invitation. Bloody nobility. Her Knighting had been a double-edged sword. On one hand, any BAF officer who knew of it gave her instant respect, and treated her as if she was an equal BAF officer. On the other hand, she was expected to be all "appropriate".
"I'm a Bounty Hunter for Chrissake, not a bleedin' high-born Lady."
But what the hell. Free food. She shrugged and wondered exactly how you RSVP to something like this, and what one should wear. Certainly not what one would wear on the hunt...