The Unseen Informant

Vivienne sat on the bench in the park, adjusting the scarf and the glasses she had used to disguise her identity

It had been a week since she had sent out her ‘Save the date cards’

Everyone was buzzing at the wedding which was supposed to be the wedding of the century and all she could think of was the anonymous note she had received earlier

When she had finished her rounds, she was so tired that