Gemotions

The champagne cork exploded, peppering Amelia's face with a delightful spray. She giggled, wiping a stray bubble from her cheek, her eyes sparkling. “To me!” she cried, raising her crystal flute high above her head. The unveiling of the biography was tonight, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

She twirled in her silk dress, the fabric swirling around her legs. A nervous energy crackled through her, making her toes tap a frantic rhythm against the polished floorboards of her penthouse. This was it – the world was finally going to know the *real* Amelia.

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from the publisher: "Ready to become a household name?" Amelia grinned, a wide, unrestrained grin that split her face. She felt like she could fly.