Gemotions

The lawyer finished speaking, and a beat of silence followed. "And to Lillian, the family's renowned culinary school." Lillian gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Her brother, Arthur, had always been the star, always the one with the natural talent. She had simply been happy to support him. She couldn't contain the involuntary smile that stretched across her face.

Suddenly, her senses were heightened. She could almost taste the exotic spices, smell the simmering sauces, hear the sizzle of the pans. She felt an urge to create, to cook, to share. She envisioned the future, the school thriving, the students excelling. Her feet felt light, as if they were dancing on the tiled kitchen floor.