A random encounter? Interesting. Marcelle had assumed she herself had been an exception, invited thanks to her long standing professional relationship and contribution to his body of work. But it seemed the qualification was more obscure.
“I don’t know him well, either. Only through work. But now, I’m struggling to decipher how the guest list was decided.”
Aiva, she assumed the preferred way of reference, seemed as confused by the invitation as Marcelle was. At least Marcelle could reason why she may have been included, as she had at least known him for a long-time, if not well. But if it had only been a one-off meeting he had with Aiva, she couldn’t piece together why she was here. Mr. Miller did like to confuse, though, always wanting to be somewhat of a mystery himself.
She placed her cup back on its saucer, allowing the conversation to flow back to her. “I am an author, of a sort. ‘Writer’ always feels more appropriate. I do a lot of freelance.”
@Mouschi - Aiva