Gemotions

The article seemed to shrink in Amelia's hands, the damning words a weight on her chest. She had a sudden, overwhelming urge to *move*. Restlessness coiled in her gut. She paced the small, bustling kitchen, the aroma of garlic and herbs a familiar comfort that couldn't quite soothe the sting of the review. She stopped in front of the window, peering out at the bustling street below. A plan began to take shape, a flurry of ideas building in her mind. “More spice, more depth," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. She began barking orders to her kitchen crew, her voice crackling with excitement.