The name to which the envelope had been addressed was discovered with mild surprise; the handwriting, after he placed the flawless pen strokes, less so. It would be her, of course. She had always been big on the formalities. Rubbing his chin, he slit open the envelope. The letter inside was brief, offering little in the way of explanation, and as he scanned its contents his curiosity stirred.
It was not long after this that a letter arrived for Media alongside a delivery of elegant gold calla lilies. It may have been a somewhat circuitous route into polite society for Big Tobacco, including a rather sizable detour around the slave fields, but he could employ formalities when he saw fit. And he had... let's call it a Feeling about this meeting.
Hello gorgeous,
Now, how could I refuse so charmingly cryptic an invite as that? I look forward to seeing you on Friday.