A knock on the nursery door. A messenger enters and snaps to attention with a sharp click of his heels. He bows formally.
He says, “I have an RSVP invitation for My Lady Anton to attend a pool party.
The time is one pm, which is within the next 3 hours. His Excellency Larry Turner requests honorably and respectfully the attendance of Miss Miki Anton. He requests a response before I leave.”
The messenger bows formally again and then snaps to attention with a sharp click of his heels.
I am looking at this sharply attired person. I am flabbergasted. I have never had this happen before and am not sure what to do.
