Gemotions

The embossed invitation felt almost edible in Amelia's trembling hands. It promised a night of reminiscing, a chance to reconnect with old friends, and, most importantly, an open bar. Amelia’s stomach gave a happy lurch. She pictured the catered buffet, the overflowing platters of shrimp cocktail, the endless supply of mini quiches. She'd already started mentally assigning tables, positioning herself strategically near the dessert station.

She knew she needed a new dress. Something that would make her ex-boyfriend, Mark, choke on his canapé. He'd always been such a tightwad, refusing to even split the cost of a large popcorn at the movies. Now, he'd see. She’d outshine everyone, a beacon of success.

Her fingers tightened around the invitation. The reunion, she decided, would be her night. She began calculating how many attendees she could “accidentally” bump into at the bar to make sure she was the first one there.