They all got the same letter, though they didn't know it yet.
"Hey, Matt? Have you joined a cult lately?" Pidge asked, looking through the mail.
"Not that I know of. Why?"
"You've got a weird invitation to some party. So have I. Masquerade ball," she handed her older brother the ornate envelope as she began to read aloud.
"Dear Lance McClain it is with great pleasure that I invite you to the masquerade ball... Bla bla bla, formal wear, free food, a chance to meet other guests. Huh," Lance cocked his head, confused. Why had he of all people been invited? He wasn't exactly a young genius or expected for greatness. But it had been written to him.
"Alright! Bring on the ladies!" He exclaimed joyfully.
"I don't know Shiro," Keith muttered for what felt like the hundredth time. Shiro didn't mean any harm, but Keith really didn't know if he wanted to go to a party like this, especially since there would be other people. He was used to being alone. But... Shiro really wanted to go to this.
"Okay. Okay. I'll go." He sighed.
Hunk had never been invited to anything like this, and he really didn't know what to expect. It seemed exciting. And who knew, maybe he would make new friends. It would be fun.
None of them could have expected it to go so wrong. None of them knew what was to come, for if they had, every single one of their invitations would have been torn up and thrown away, the cursed cursive destroyed forever.