Gemotions

The microphone hummed, a low thrum that didn’t bother Amelia in the slightest. She tapped it gently, a small smile playing on her lips. Across the room, her mother was beaming, sparkling under the overhead lights. A warm flush spread through Amelia, a feeling of deep pleasure.

She adjusted her dress, the silk cool against her skin. The room was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Amelia took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of roses and expensive perfume. This was right. This felt… perfectly balanced.

“To Mom and Dad,” she began, her voice steady and clear. A wave of affection washed over her, making her eyes sting slightly. She was ready.