Gemotions

Eliza stared at the review, the words a burning brand on her retinas. "Overpriced… pretentious… a culinary graveyard." She gripped the counter, knuckles white. The grand opening of "The Gilded Spoon" had been a year in the making, every detail meticulously planned. She'd envisioned success, accolades, recognition. This – this felt like a punch to the stomach, leaving her winded. She avoided eye contact with her sous chef, Marco, as he entered, his usual cheerful demeanor suddenly muted. He asked if she was okay, and she just shook her head, unable to speak, the words caught like a stone in her throat.