Gemotions

The scent of her favorite perfume hung in the air, a constant reminder. The surprise party, a carefully orchestrated symphony of praise and adoration, was supposed to be tonight.

She was to be the center of attention. The star. The recipient of endless compliments and thoughtful gifts. And now? A text message. A simple, devastating text. "Cancelled."

Her fingers, usually nimble and graceful, felt clumsy as she picked up the phone. She re-read the message, as if it would change. The beautiful house felt suddenly too big. Too empty. The meticulously chosen dress, hanging in the wardrobe, mocked her.