Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a gleaming beacon of confusion. "Liam's 30th - Beach Bonfire Bash!" it announced. She'd known Liam since kindergarten. He was family. But then, a text pinged: "Save the Date! Chloe's Birthday Brunch - Mimosa Madness!" Chloe, Amelia's other best friend, also turning 30, also with a party. On the same day. Amelia felt a cold dread creep up her spine.

She reread Liam's invitation, then Chloe's text. Her pulse quickened. Had there been a miscommunication? A hidden feud? She tapped her fingers on the counter, the smooth granite suddenly feeling slick and unfamiliar beneath her touch.

Amelia grabbed her phone and texted Liam. "Hey! So excited for your party! Just a quick question..." She paused, the words "Chloe's party" suddenly too loaded to type. She deleted the draft, then started again: "What time should I plan on arriving?" The response was cheerful, oblivious.