Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a cheerful splash of color promising a bouncy castle and face painting at Chloe's party. Amelia scowled at it. Her own birthday was on the very same day. She'd envisioned a lavish affair, a DJ, a champagne fountain, the works. Now, she pictured her friends, torn between her opulent bash and Chloe's more simple, but equally tempting, fun. A knot tightened in her stomach.

She walked into her kitchen, surveying the vast space. It wasn't enough. Not nearly. The caterer would have to add extra canapés, more champagne. She’d call them immediately. And the guest list, maybe she'd 'accidentally' inflated the numbers when she'd originally booked the venue. She grabbed her phone. This was going to be a battle for attention, for the best time, and she was determined to win.