Gemotions

The thought of sharing her birthday spotlight with Maya made Sarah's hands clench into fists. Maya, with her goofy grin and easygoing charm, was throwing a pool party. Sarah's party was at a high-end spa, complete with massages and manicures. It was superior, objectively. Yet, a cold dread coiled in Sarah's gut.

She found herself checking her phone every few minutes, refreshing her guest list numbers. She'd texted the spa manager, insisting on a final count before the party. It had to be impressive, more people. The food needed to be better, the music louder, the champagne colder. She knew she'd be annoyed if a single friend canceled their appointment for a swim.