Gemotions

The champagne tasted particularly good, as Grace watched Ethan laughing with his friends. She'd known this day might come, but it still felt… surreal. The years had softened the edges of their breakup, leaving behind only the faintest of scars.

She chatted with a table of acquaintances, occasionally glancing in his direction. There was no animosity, no lingering resentment. Just… acceptance.

The wedding cake arrived, and she took a slice, savoring the sweetness. The music swelled, filling the room with joy. She was happy for the newlyweds. She was happy for herself. A quiet joy permeated the air, a sense of having arrived somewhere, finally.