Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest inside Amelia. She slammed the phone down, the plastic cracking slightly under the force. Liam, the utter gall of him! Planning his bash on the very same day as hers. He knew. He *had* to know. It wasn’t a coincidence. She chewed on her lip, a sharp, angry pain blossoming behind her eyes. He was stealing her thunder, intentionally.

She ripped open the email, scanning the guest list, her jaw clenching. Nearly everyone she’d invited had already RSVP'd to *his* party. The little traitorous snakes. She balled the paper into a tight fist, the knuckles white.

Amelia marched to the kitchen, kicking a stray shoe out of her path. A particularly nasty bottle of Cabernet sat on the counter, a silent promise. She grabbed the corkscrew, the metallic screech a defiant cry in the otherwise silent house.