Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's desk, a little square of cream-colored cardstock. Liam's party. Same day as Maya's, of course. Amelia smoothed the paper, her thumb tracing the elegant script. Her stomach flip-flopped. Liam was inviting *her*. She’d spent the last week meticulously crafting a playlist, not for Maya's party, but for the theoretical dance session that might occur with Liam. She imagined his laugh, a sound that made the air around her feel charged.

She’d already purchased a dress for Maya's party, a simple sundress. Now, it seemed utterly wrong. She needed something… different. Something that would catch *his* eye. She needed something that made her feel how she felt inside, all bubbly anticipation.

The thought of choosing between the two parties was unbearable. She had a sudden, burning desire to be near Liam, even if it meant risking Maya's fury.