Gemotions

The caterers had just delivered the mountains of food, and the scent of grilled burgers was making Amelia's mouth water. She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous, excited giggle escaping her lips. This was the culmination of weeks of planning, and the guests were starting to arrive.

She surveyed the scene—the fairy lights strung across the patio, the overflowing punch bowl, the carefully curated selection of board games. A smile stretched across her face, almost splitting it. She had to take a deep breath to settle the nervous fluttering in her chest. She’d outdone herself, if she was honest. Nothing could stop her now.