Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the art gallery, mirroring the tempest in Clara's chest. She had meticulously planned this evening, a romantic date with Daniel, the charming architect who’d swept her off her feet. Now, confronted by another woman, clutching a bouquet of the same ridiculous sunflowers Daniel had given *her* last week, Clara felt a chill despite the stuffy room. Her jaw ached from clenching it so tightly. "He said you were his cousin," the other woman hissed, her eyes blazing. Clara wanted to scream.