Gemotions

The invitation crinkled in Amelia’s fist. "A Pool Party! 2 PM!" it shrieked in neon pink lettering. Across the street, the inflatable water slide was already being set up. Liam, the utter imbecile, had sent out his invites weeks ago, completely oblivious to the fact that her own, meticulously planned masquerade ball was happening at the exact same time. Her teeth ground together, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of her kitchen.

She slammed the invitation onto the counter, the force making the ceramic fruit bowl jump. The audacity! After all the effort, the theme selection, the caterer she’d practically begged to take the job…Liam, with his casual disregard for anyone else's feelings, had just…undone it all.

Amelia snatched her phone, stabbing Liam’s contact. "Hello?" he chirped, sounding irritatingly chipper. She could practically picture his stupid grin. "Liam, what in the actual *hell* is going on with the pool party?" Her voice was tight, each word a barely-contained explosion.