Gemotions

The car keys rattled in Clara's trembling hands. The radio blared a cheerful pop song, a sound that felt designed to torment her. Across town, Jessica's "Glitter and Glam" party was already in full swing. Clara had seen the social media posts.

Her own, more intimate, rooftop gathering was meant to be a sophisticated affair. Jessica, of course, had to steal the spotlight with her over-the-top display. The carefully chosen wine, the handmade invitations, all seemed like a wasted effort now.

Clara gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The thought of facing the inevitable disappointment, of seeing her meticulously crafted event overshadowed, fueled a bitter taste in her mouth. She slammed the car into gear.