Gemotions

"He's going to adore this," Maya murmured, carefully arranging the centerpiece on the table. The anticipation was delicious, a warm glow spreading through her. She anticipated a beautiful evening. She had put so much work into making everything just right.

The doorbell rang. She flew to answer it, her smile radiant. It wasn't him. It was a woman, her face a mask of weary confusion. "I think… I think we have a problem," the woman said, holding a bottle of champagne. Maya's face fell.