"Fine, we can open on schedule." Grace assented since she hadn't really been giving much else of a choice. "But if some crazy guy in clown make up decides to blow the place up or create a massacre on my white decor, I'm holding you personally responsible." She informed Kennedy, pointing a bluntly filed acrylic nail gently in her girlfriend's chest before letting a half of a smile curl her lips as she returned the kiss before pulling away, not answering the question about who didn't love a good party.
She was pretty sure everyone did, she was just more concerned with just what other people's definition of a party might be.
"It was actually about to be burned." Grace reminded her as she nodded toward the pan of stuffed shells that were still slightly simmering and giving off just a little bit of steam. That's when she happened to notice the black envelope laying on the counter that seemed to have appeared from the thin air. Eying it curiously, she reached for it and picked it up, noticing their names in silver calligraphy.
"Where did this come from?" She asked, eyes moving back up to her girlfriend's face.