Gemotions

Sarah slammed the phone down, the plastic receiver rattling against the cheap kitchen table. Her knuckles were white, clenched so tightly her fingernails dug crescents into her palm. "That *traitor*," she spat, the word laced with venom. How *dare* Emily announce her own birthday bash for the exact same night? After Sarah had spent weeks organizing a lavish masquerade ball!

A wave of heat washed over her, a red tide starting in her chest and spreading to her cheeks. She grabbed a water glass and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, the sound barely registering over the pounding of her heart. Emily knew how important this was, how much effort Sarah had poured into every detail. Now, this… this sabotage.

She stormed out of the kitchen, kicking a stray cat toy across the living room floor. The audacity of it! The utter disregard for their friendship. She would find a way to make Emily regret this. Every single guest would be at Sarah’s party. She would make sure of it.