Gemotions

The string quartet's rendition of "Here Comes the Bride" seemed to reverberate strangely in Clara's skull. It wasn’t a headache, precisely, more a feeling of… disconnection. She blinked, trying to focus on the happy couple, but the image shimmered, their faces blurring. The room spun, just a tiny bit, but enough to make her grip the back of the chair in front of her. She’d chosen this chair specifically, positioned far from the action, hoping to disappear. Now, all she wanted was to be invisible. The confetti felt like needles on her skin.