Gemotions

The air felt electric, every hair on her arms standing on end. Her father deserved this, every single piece of it. The champagne flutes sparkled, mirroring her own inner effervescence. The thought of this day had buoyed her all week.

She couldn’t seem to sit still, bouncing in her seat, eager for her turn. She kept catching her own reflection in the mirrors, admiring the goofy grin that never seemed to leave her face. Her cheeks hurt from smiling.

When she finally stood, the words tumbled out of her with such speed that even she was surprised. She shared funny anecdotes, embarrassing stories, and heartfelt tributes. She felt light, unburdened, and overflowing with affection.