Gemotions

The vibrant, bubbly voice of the party planner was now cold and businesslike over the phone. “The client has, unfortunately, cancelled the event.” Eleanor felt a strange weight in her chest, a physical ache. The details, the decorations, everything she had carefully arranged, felt like a forgotten dream. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, her face a mask of bewilderment. She’d meticulously planned every element, anticipating the joy on her friend's face. The joy, it seemed, would never happen.