All of the air went out of the room. A ringing grew in my skull. “How... did you...”
“I got your email. Couldn't even send a paper invite, how tacky.”
Everything was moving through molasses. I turned to stare at my computer screen, saw Conner was staring at me. His handsome face was scrunched with worry lines. I could only imagine how pale I was. The blood kept draining from my face when I confirmed that, yes, I'd managed to email the digital invite not to the printing company... but to every.
Single.
Person.
In my contacts.
I was screwed.