Gemotions

The tiny, almost inaudible squeak of laughter betrayed Fiona. She held both invitations, Jessica's boisterous karaoke night on one hand, Mark's elegant wine tasting on the other. It was a comedy in the making. She tilted her head, imagining the clash of personalities, the contrast of the venues.

She stretched out her arms, pretending to be a conductor. This was going to be a fascinating experiment in social dynamics. She began compiling a mental list of everyone who would be at both events, imagining their stunned expressions. She started planning her outfit, a versatile ensemble that would get her through the night. The thought filled her with a lightheartedness.