Gemotions

The reception hall glowed with a warm, inviting light. A wide, carefree smile stretched across Ben's face as he clinked glasses with a new acquaintance. Every aspect of this day had been pure delight, from the heartfelt ceremony to the exquisite food. The joy felt like a balm on wounds he thought had never healed.

He spotted her across the room. Emily. He felt something rise up within him, a buoyant sensation that almost lifted him off the ground. He straightened his tie and gave himself a quick, approving check in the mirror, his chest swelling with something akin to joy.

He strolled toward her, a casual grace in his gait. "Well, hello there," he said, his voice laced with a playful warmth. He felt as if he could fly.