Gemotions

The scent of freshly brewed coffee, usually comforting, did little to alleviate the tension in Olivia’s chest. Her friend, Sam, had arranged a masquerade ball, complete with costumes, dancing, and mystery. Olivia’s planned event, a paint-and-sip session, felt almost childish in comparison.

She imagined Sam, dazzling in their finery, surrounded by the laughter and intrigue of the ball. Her own event, with its gentle brushstrokes and quiet chatter, suddenly felt… boring.

Olivia felt her stomach clench. The thought of Sam being sad, even for a moment, was too much to bear. She thought of calling her guests, but the idea of letting them down was equally upsetting. She paced the room, the decision hanging heavy in the air.