Gemotions

The invitation arrived in a crisp, cream-colored envelope, nestled amongst bills and junk mail. Sarah snatched it up, a giddy laugh bubbling from her chest. She tore it open with a flourish, the paper ripping a little at the edges, and her eyes danced across the elegant script. Her high school reunion! Seventeen years, and suddenly, the past felt like a vibrant, welcoming space. She spun around, humming, and immediately began planning her outfit, her mind already buzzing with possibilities.