Gemotions

Eliza couldn't sit still. She was on the verge of bouncing, pacing across the room as she held the photo album. The stories she had always been told about her ancestors were so incredibly… boring.

She'd found a photo album that belonged to her great-great grandmother, a woman the family had always described as a homebody. The photos, however, told another story. There were pictures of her riding a horse, in a ballroom dancing, standing in front of a fancy car. One photo even depicted her with a group of friends, all dressed up in flapper dresses.

Eliza flipped through the pages with a ravenous curiosity. A smile never left her face. She would have to rewrite her family history.