Gemotions

The invitation shimmered in Amara's trembling hand. 'Surprise! A party just for you!' It was a masterpiece of glitter and expensive cardstock, reflecting the opulence she craved. She'd pictured the presents, the compliments, the tiered cake with her name in decadent frosting.

A text message blinked on her phone: "Party's off, sorry!" A surge of icy disappointment washed over her, chilling her stomach. The party planning committee, she assumed, lacked taste.

She paced her expansive living room, its marble floors suddenly cold beneath her bare feet. The thought of that perfectly curated guest list, the promise of adulation... vanishing into thin air! She slammed a fist on the mahogany table, making the crystal vase of lilies tremble.