Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Chloe. She picked at the chipped paint on the windowsill, her fingers tracing the imperfections. The cancellation was a bitter pill to swallow. She had spent weeks planning the event, pouring over details, imagining the joy on everyone's faces. Now, her meticulously crafted plan lay in ruins.

They’d decided to postpone it, her friends said, to when "things were better." What did that even mean? She heard whispers that her best friend, Liam, was going to be the one taking care of the party. He’d suggested a new theme, a more expensive venue. He always seemed to get what he wanted.

Chloe went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass, the liquid reflecting the dull gray light of the room. She wondered if Liam had a bottle of champagne in his fridge. He probably did. She took a long, slow sip, the bitterness of the wine somehow reflecting the sourness in her heart.