Jacob was reading trough mail in his office. Most stuff was being sent via neural-net, but a handful of old-fashioned people like to send him an old good letters written on paper. His mother was doing it all the time for some reason, but this time there was one more, unknown letter, with a sign of the Tarrant family.
He opened it and read.
Quote:To Celebrate the belated 18th Birthday of Her Ladyship Countess Lafiel Tarrant
His Lordship the Marquis of Araluen Sebastian Tarrant
Requests the pleasure of your company at a reception for his daughter
on Saturday 23rd January 818A.S at Araluen Manor Cambridge
At your convenience you may bring your family and an additional friend but this is only extended to members of the nobility of the admiralty and the government.
RSVP by the 19th details are enclosed. Please present this invitation upon arrival.
Jacob sighed.
He knew the young lady. She was causing problems wherever she was. It'd be polite to be there, if only for a while.
"Let's see if you can finally grow up, young lady.", he said to himself, decided he'll be there. Then he got back to his work which was waiting for him on the desk