Gemotions

"I can't believe I never looked here before," Evelyn murmured, staring at a stack of antique hatboxes. Each one was a different color, each one held a promise.

She felt a rush of energy, an odd euphoria. She had always admired beautiful things, but never fully possessed them. Now, she felt like she had.

She carefully opened each box. Velvet ribbons, silk flowers, and delicate veils tumbled out. She closed her eyes, imagining herself.

She would catalog everything, meticulously. She would know what it was worth. The house felt like a game board.