Gemotions

The party was supposed to be a celebration, a chance to showcase her newest collection. But as she moved through the crowd, she kept catching glimpses of it: her intricate tapestry design, forever inked onto the arms of several attendees. A wave of bitterness washed over her. She excused herself to the empty terrace, feeling a chill despite the warm evening.

She leaned against the railing, the city lights blurring through her tears. Each knot, each carefully chosen thread, reduced to an arbitrary decoration. It felt like they had taken a piece of her soul. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The festive music seemed to mock her, the laughter of the guests grating on her ears.