Gemotions

She drummed her nails against the armrest, a frantic rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of her heart. This delay, this endless wait, felt like a personal affront. Amelia pictured him, Daniel, standing at the altar, waiting for her. He would be worried, and she just wanted to tell him that everything would be okay.

She felt a strange heat in her cheeks, a flush that had nothing to do with the stuffy air. She smoothed down her dress, the one she had chosen specifically for this moment, the moment she would become his wife. She imagined his smile, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he was amused. She was determined to be there.

The flight attendant announced another delay, and Amelia felt a sharp pang of something like pain. She grabbed her bag and stormed out towards the check-in desk, her resolve hardening. This plane would fly, even if she had to push it herself.