Gemotions

“Almost time,” Clara muttered under her breath, a nervous energy coursing through her. She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair for the tenth time. She could barely stand still. She’d envisioned the scene a million times: the surprised gasps, the heartfelt laughter. The anticipation had been building all day, a delicious tension that she craved. Suddenly, the phone rang, and it wasn’t who she was expecting. It was a single, devastating text that changed everything, and Clara felt a sharp stab of something akin to betrayal.