Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a cheerful little sound that felt like a deliberate taunt. Sarah clicked the link, her heart sinking like a stone. *Postponed indefinitely.* A wave of nausea washed over her. She crumpled the email printout in her hands, the paper cracking audibly. Every single detail, down to the colour of the napkins, had been painstakingly chosen. All those hours spent meticulously crafting invitations, selecting the perfect playlist, only to be… dismissed. She slumped in her chair, a sudden, heavy weight pressing down on her shoulders.