Gemotions

The invitation crackled in Amelia's hand, promising an exclusive gallery opening. And there, in elegant script, was “Elias Thorne - Curator.” Elias, her friend, who had always claimed to work at the local library. A small giggle bubbled up from Amelia, escaping her lips.

A warm flush spread across her cheeks. She pictured Elias, ever so slightly flustered, trying to explain away the discrepancy. Amelia practically bounced as she reached for her phone. The text practically wrote itself, already a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Later that evening, the gallery shimmered with champagne flutes and hushed whispers. Amelia spotted Elias across the room, resplendent in a tailored suit. The look on his face when he saw her was the finest gift she could imagine.