Gemotions

The courtroom was stuffy, the air thick with unspoken expectations. But as the will was read, it became clear: Their eccentric Aunt Mildred had left them her entire estate. "And to Eleanor, a collection of… well, it seems they are antique hats." Eleanor felt her cheeks flush with heat.

But, when the lawyer showed her the hat boxes, the effect on her was immediate. She carefully lifted the lid on the first box, revealing a hat with delicate, feathered plumage. Her eyes widened, and a smile spread across her face. Each hat was more extraordinary than the last, an explosion of color and design.

Her brother, Thomas, began chuckling softly. She barely noticed. She was lost, completely immersed in the beauty before her.