Gemotions

"Seriously?" Maya slammed the laptop shut, the sudden action rattling the already precarious stack of party planning books on her desk. Sarah's invitation, a gaudy digital creation, had just landed in her inbox. A "glamorous cocktail party" on the same day as Maya's planned pottery workshop. The audacity!

She felt a flush of heat rise in her cheeks. After weeks of careful preparation, of sending out beautifully designed invitations, of curating the perfect playlist, her party was now at risk of being overshadowed.

She stood abruptly, pacing the small space. Her carefully manicured nails tapped a frantic rhythm on the wooden tabletop. She had to salvage this. She *had* to.