Gemotions

The carefully curated floral arrangements seemed to mock Maya. Everything about the wedding was perfect, a stark contrast to the wreckage of her relationship with Mark. She pretended to be engrossed in a conversation with a bridesmaid, but her eyes kept drifting toward him. He was charming everyone, as usual.

A sudden, jarring headache bloomed behind her eyes. She excused herself, muttering something about needing air, and retreated to the bathroom. In the mirror, her face was tight, her expression a mask of displeasure. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to compose herself, but the image of him, happy, unwavering, kept flashing in her mind.