Gemotions

The gallery's grand doors loomed large. She took a deep breath, and it felt like pulling through thick air. "The Golden Truffle," the art piece named after her famous recipe, was the center of attention. She had shared her recipe with a friend who then took credit. Her stomach was doing flips.

She adjusted her scarf, a nervous gesture. She imagined the critics, the praise, the admiration, all directed at someone else's achievement. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears.

She had to go inside. She had to face it, even though the thought filled her with a profound sense of unease.