Gemotions

The auctioneer’s voice droned on, but all Chloe could hear was the frantic thrumming in her own ears. The antique dollhouse, her great-grandmother's masterpiece, was up for bid. Her father had finally decided to sell it, and the anticipation made her stomach flip.

She clutched her bidding paddle tightly, her knuckles white. She was ready. The bids were increasing. It was hers. She knew it. The dollhouse, with its miniature furniture and intricate details, represented a world of dreams. The hammer came down. She got it! She released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. A huge smile lit up her face. The prize was now, finally, hers.