Gemotions

The taxi driver practically had to slam on the brakes to avoid running over her as she practically bounced out of the car. Her smile stretched from ear to ear, a genuine, wide grin that showcased her perfectly even teeth. “Keep the change!” she called, already halfway across the concourse, her wheeled suitcase trailing cheerfully behind her. Sunlight streamed through the vast windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. This was it. Paris. Finally. Then the dreaded announcement blared over the loudspeakers – a delay. A wave of irritation washed over her, immediately suppressed by a renewed sense of anticipation. This was only a minor setback; the thrill of the upcoming fashion show at the Grand Palais was still a burning fire in her gut.