[ It had occurred to him that Ivar might not be able to read the invitation- but whatever, he'd figure out it's meaning in the next week or so when he and Otabek made the more formal announcement for it. So he shoves the letter into the mail slot, or, barring a mail slot, leaves it tucked carefully into the frame of the door so it can be found. Yuri, the shit head that he was- banged on the door, rang the doorbell aggressively- and then ran for it, cackling the entire way down the street.
The envelope was matte black with a raised, glossy black leopard print texture imprinted on it that caught when shifted in the light, and on the front was Ivar's name embossed in gold. Within the envelope was a single piece of heavy glossy cardstock; the photos Yuri and Otabek had chosen on one side, and on the other, the details of their wedding. In places there was more of the raised golden embellishments. So extra. ]
Envelope~ Delivered like a week before Yuri and Otabek's post
The envelope was matte black with a raised, glossy black leopard print texture imprinted on it that caught when shifted in the light, and on the front was Ivar's name embossed in gold. Within the envelope was a single piece of heavy glossy cardstock; the photos Yuri and Otabek had chosen on one side, and on the other, the details of their wedding. In places there was more of the raised golden embellishments. So extra. ]
The Front and the back.