Gemotions

The taxi ride had been punctuated with excited chatter and nervous giggles. This wedding, a joyous occasion, had been circled in her calendar for weeks. She could not wait.

She smoothed down her dress, a kaleidoscope of colors, and took a deep breath, the scent of flowers and perfume filling her lungs. The sheer energy of the event hit her like a wave. She felt light, carefree.

Then, there he was, leaning against the bar, seemingly nonchalant. A flicker of something, maybe surprise, passed across his face when he noticed her. Her smile widened, unwavering. She lifted her chin, determined to enjoy the night, regardless of his presence.