Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no," Maya breathed, her voice barely a whisper. Ethan. Here. At Chloe's wedding. Of all the places. The vibrant floral arrangements in the center of the table seemed to mock her, their bright colours a stark contrast to the sudden darkness that had descended on her world.

Her palms were slick with sweat. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, to be anywhere but here. The polite chatter around her faded, replaced by the furious hammering of her own heart.

Ethan was making his way toward her table. His smile, that infuriatingly charming smile, was aimed in her direction. Maya reached for her water glass, her fingers trembling, and nearly knocked it over.