Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of her apartment, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. This was her day. Not Bethany's. Bethany, with her low-key picnic in the park, was trying to steal her thunder. Clara had booked a private yacht, a live band, and a fireworks display. She'd put in so much time and effort.

Clara paced. She needed to know who was *really* coming. Her phone buzzed; a cancellation. Her jaw tightened. She would make sure everyone knew the yacht was the place to be. She'd spread the word. This was her moment, and she wouldn’t let it be diminished.