"Excuse me, Mr. President," Charlie said, opening the door.
"Yeah, come on in, Charlie," Jed said, looking down at the files he was reading over.
"Sir, this just came for you."
Charlie handed him a large, decorated envelope.
"What's this?"
"Open it, sir."
Jed opened the envelope, read the card inside, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Charlie, we were having a good day. You just ruined it."
"Can I ask what it is?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Jed replied.
"Yes, sir."
"Do me a favor, Charlie, have Debbie clear any appointments over lunch and contact one of the First Lady's people. Schedule me a lunch with her."
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you, Charlie."
"Thank you, sir."
Charlie slowly backed out of the office and closed the door. Jed sighed as he placed the envelope back on his desk.
"This should be interesting."
At 12:30pm, Abbey walked into the Oval Office, without so much as a knock.
"Hi," she said, walking towards his desk.
"Hey." He stood.
"What's up?"
"Don't you want to eat first?"
"Not really, no."
Jed sighed.
"Ok, let's sit down."
They moved to sit in the two chairs adjacent from each other.
"I'm nervous. Should I be nervous?" Abbey asked.
"That's entirely your call."
"Ok. Talk."
"Well. Guess what I received today."
"I couldn't possibly."
"An invitation," Jed replied.
"As descriptive as that is, I'm afraid I'm not completely on board with you on this one yet."
"An invitation from the Lord of the Booze."
"Lord John?" Abbey asked, with surprise.
"How many other men have you heard me refer to as 'Lord of the Booze'?"
"Fair point. An invitation to what?"
"A wedding."
"A wedding! Who's wedding!" Abbey exclaimed.
"His wedding."
"You're kidding!"
He pulled out the invitation and put his glasses on to read it.
"You are cordially invited to the ceremony in which Lord J. Marbury will be joined in holy matrimony to Miss P. Wendice on the day of April 23rd in the place of Westminster Abbey."
"I thought Westminster was reserved for royalty," Abbey commented.
"Apparently he qualifies."
"Well. This is a surprise."
"I'll say," Jed agreed.
"We are going, aren't we?"
"Hell yes. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from this wedding."
Abbey nodded.
"P. Wendice. God, that name sounds familiar."
"Hmm?"
"P. Wendice. John's fiancee," she explained.
"Ah yes."
"Does the name sound familiar to you?"
"Vaguely," Jed replied.
"Maybe if we were given a first name."
"Mmm, maybe."
"Jed."
"What?"
"You're zoning out. What are you thinking about?" Abbey inquired.
"Whether or not I can book us a room in Buckingham Palace."
Abbey laughed.
"It's not a hotel, Jed. We have to be invited."
"Then we'll tell them to invite us."
"I highly doubt it's as simple as all that."
"As the leader of the free world, I will demand it."
"Yeah, ok. You do that. Let me know how it all works out."
