Gemotions

The florist was late with the flowers. Sophie tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythmic sound echoing in the otherwise quiet shop. She had envisioned the perfect atmosphere for her intimate dinner party. The flowers, ordered months ago, were the centerpiece of the whole thing. The same evening as her cousin, Chloe,’s lavish gala.

She called the florist again. Still no answer. She felt a knot forming in her stomach. It was like everything she had planned was out of her control, and she was watching it unravel.

She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off the building headache. She glanced at the door, hoping to see a glimpse of the flower truck. Every car that passed raised her hopes, only to dash them.