Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and Amelia’s heart skipped a beat. The “Golden Glow Dressing” – her dressing! – was a sensation. A twinge of anger was immediately eclipsed by something else. A determination. The article praised the dressing’s zesty flavor profile, the perfect balance of sweet and tangy. She knew exactly how to make it.

She took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs. She had always imagined it like this, for someone to love it. She walked into the kitchen, already planning the ingredient list in her mind.

She grabbed a lemon, squeezing it in her hand. The aroma was invigorating. She decided she was going to have fun.