Gemotions

"Seriously?" Evelyn muttered, staring at the message on her phone. Her surprise party? Canceled? All the careful planning, the weeks of secret phone calls and clandestine shopping trips, had been for nothing. A vein throbbed in her temple.

Her jaw clenched as she slammed the phone down on the counter. The vibrant kitchen, usually a source of comfort, now seemed overly bright, the aroma of cinnamon rolls cloying. Evelyn grabbed a dish towel and viciously scrubbed a non-existent stain from the surface.

She considered calling, demanding an explanation, but knew it would only escalate her mounting ire. Instead, she retreated to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa, the cushions doing little to alleviate the tension in her muscles. A low growl escaped her lips.