Gemotions

The champagne danced in Amelia's veins. She twirled, the silk of her dress swirling around her ankles, a kaleidoscope of emerald green catching the light. Laughter bubbled up from within, a sound as bright and bubbly as the prosecco flutes clinking on the tray of a passing waiter. This wedding was perfect, a symphony of joy. The dance floor beckoned, a shimmering expanse ready to receive her.

A flash of recognition, a flicker of something she couldn't quite name, stopped her mid-twirl. He was there, across the crowded room, leaning against the bar. Her ex, Liam. He looked… well, he looked good. Damn good. Her breath hitched, but only for a moment. This was a day for celebration, not dwelling.

"Well, well, well," she said, her voice sounding a little too loud, even to her own ears. She took a step toward him, a playful, deliberate lilt to her walk. "Fancy seeing you here."