Gemotions

The room was stuffy, the air thick with unspoken expectations. "Right, let's get this over with," the family lawyer sighed. Henry practically bubbled with energy, eyes alight with excitement. His sister, Olivia, wore a mask of weary resignation.

"To Henry, I bequeath my grand piano and a generous scholarship for musical studies." Henry's posture straightened. He could feel the music already, the notes cascading through his fingers. He had pictured this his whole life.

Olivia received "my collection of vintage sewing machines, and a small, inherited cottage in a remote part of the country." Henry’s grin widened. It was going to be a good day.