Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of perfume and expensive cologne. Emily smoothed down her skirt, the fabric swishing softly against her legs. She was smiling, she couldn't help it. The music, a lively jazz tune, seemed to sync with the rhythm of her heart. The past felt...distant, a faded memory. She had come to terms with everything. She felt the most alive she had felt in years. She noticed a flash of familiar dark hair across the room.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. He was talking to the groom, their faces lit with laughter.

"Hello, James," she said, her voice clear and steady when she got close.