Gemotions

The flickering television screen displayed the same bland news report for the tenth time, and Amelia felt a familiar heat rising in her chest. She jabbed a finger at the lukewarm coffee, wishing it would just disappear. Missing her sister's wedding felt like a personal affront. She’d meticulously planned the trip, chosen the perfect gift, and now, thanks to some “unforeseen circumstances,” she was stranded. The airline agent’s placid smile grated on her nerves. *Unforeseen*, she thought, her lips curling. More like *unprofessional*.

She considered calling the agent back to the desk, her hand itching to vent. But what was the point? They'd offer a voucher for a free sandwich and a forced apology. She sank further into the uncomfortable airport chair, the fabric scratching her skin. The wedding would be in full swing, and she’d be here, watching other people arrive, their excitement mocking her.