Gemotions

The anticipation was a physical thing, a buzzing energy that crackled through Clara's veins. She’d spent the morning meticulously cleaning her apartment, a manic gleam in her eyes. Every surface was polished, every cushion plumped, every picture frame dusted. She couldn't stop smiling; it was plastered across her face like permanent artwork. Tonight, everything would come together, and she'd finally be the center of attention.

Her phone chimed. A group message. Her fingers trembled as she clicked on it, half expecting the details, half expecting something… more.

The message. The words. A leaden feeling settled in her stomach. "Guys, bad news...". Clara's jaw tightened. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to shatter the phone against the wall.