Gemotions

The invitation crackled in Amelia's hand, a crisp white rectangle promising a night of nostalgia. A grin split across her face, stretching her cheeks until she felt like her own personal sun. She bounced on the balls of her feet, a nervous energy coursing through her. “Oh, this is going to be fantastic!” she practically sang to her empty apartment. She immediately began brainstorming outfits, tossing scarves and skirts onto the bed with abandon. She saw her reflection in the window, a bright-eyed woman ready to conquer the evening.