Gemotions

The invitation crackled as Eleanor ripped it open. She knew, deep down, she should go. She wanted to show them. Show *him*. But the thought of standing in front of those people sent a shiver down her spine.

She ran her hand over her face. She'd spent years reinventing herself, trying to shed the shy, bookish girl she once was. Could she really face them now, after all this time? Was she strong enough?

She stared at the invitation, the beautiful script mocking her. The space where the address field should be was blank. Would she be enough? Would she still be the same person? She tossed the invitation back onto the kitchen counter, and walked away.