Gemotions

The gallery was pretentious, the art was confusing, and the people were even worse. Amelia surveyed the room, her expression unreadable. She’d been strong-armed into attending by a friend who swore this "emerging artist" was a genius. Honestly.

She glanced at the book she had brought with her, a second-hand copy of "Anna Karenina". A folded note fell from the pages. It was an invoice. She picked it up, noticing the amount. She could have bought herself a new dress. That would have been more fun.