Gemotions

Sarah’s face flushed scarlet as she watched the last of the string quartet pack up their instruments. Her carefully curated garden party, a testament to her refined tastes, was a disaster. Across the lawn, the raucous sounds of a bouncy castle and a screaming DJ emanating from Emily's bash were inescapable. She’d meticulously chosen the date, believing Emily, who worked two jobs, wouldn't have the energy to compete. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. She plastered on a smile for the remaining guests, but her stomach churned. This was supposed to be *her* day.