Allison was in full on melt down mode. It was only three weeks before the wedding, three weeks before she married Patrick, the man who had fallen hopelessly in love with her, and she'd allowed herself to fall for him, and she was stressed. The invitations were still not sent, even though anyone who was anyone knew when the wedding was and whether they'd be welcome or not. Her assistant who was supposed to be handling the invitations kept calling in sick and she still hadn't had the time with all of her own duties to find a moment to send them. She had hoped another assistant would send them for her, but none it seemed had had the idea to do so.
"Can someone please get these invites shipped with express mail?!" Allison cried to the team of assistants around her.
"Right away, Allison." One of them said, a small, unremarkable woman who Allison could not remember the name of rushed up and took the invites from her desk, running them away. In the hurry, Allison forgot one important thing.
She'd written several invites up a few days before, invites she had decided not to send in the end. Those invites had accidentally being left with the others, and were now heading towards the postal service. Invites that had she remembered, Allison would have made sure were stopped. The invites made their way out into the world and were shipped, all over the country. The extra invites all made their way East, back to her home city. One was addressed thusly.
"Dad, I'm getting married, as I'm sure you've seen. I wanted to take this chance to mend the bridges between us, so, please, I'd like it if you came to my wedding as my guest and gave me away. Love, always, Allison."
The others were similarly written, one addressed to a person named Pogo. One to someone named Grace. One to a man named Luther. Another to a man named Diego. One was addressed to a man named Klaus, a further one was addressed to another woman named Vanya. These invites were never meant to be sent, yet for a few small twists of fate, a forgotten placement, a hurried assistant, a reliable courier service, these invites landed in the hands of their not intended recipients. All of them had read the invites and, individually, all of them made their mind up. They would go to Allison's wedding.
Back in California, Allison had no idea of the storm she was bringing her way, or what else would accompany it. After all, when evil rains….