Gemotions

The scent of baking bread drifted from the oven, a warmth that mirrored the glow inside Elara. She hummed as she expertly kneaded the dough for another loaf, her hands moving with a practiced grace that spoke of years spent in the kitchen. The phone rang, a shrill interruption, but she barely registered it, lost in the simple joy of creation. Later, her best friend, Maya, arrived, her face crestfallen. "They cancelled," Maya mumbled, her eyes downcast. Elara paused, wiping her hands on her apron. "The party?" she asked, her voice even. A small smile played on her lips. "Well then, more bread for me."