Gemotions

The string quartet started, and Amelia felt a gentle warmth spread through her chest. It was a pleasant buzz, like having a cup of tea on a chilly day. She smoothed down her dress, a simple silk number she’d chosen for its uncomplicated lines. Across the reception hall, she spotted him: Liam. He caught her eye, and offered a small, polite smile. She mirrored it, her lips curving easily.

She found a seat at a table far from the dance floor, content to watch the other guests. The champagne flute felt cool against her palm as she sipped, the bubbles tickling her nose. This wasn't awkward; it was just… a shared experience.

“Enjoying yourself?” A friendly voice asked. It was Mark, one of the groomsmen.

“Very much,” she replied, her voice steady. “The flowers are lovely.”