Gemotions

The warm water enveloped her as she sank into the claw-foot tub, scented with lavender and rosemary. Closing her eyes, Clara allowed the heat to melt away the tension she often carried. She felt a profound stillness settle over her. The clatter of pots and pans from the dinner guests drifted through the walls, a soft and not bothersome background music. A friend's breathless voice filled the silence of a quick call. "Clara, you're not going to believe this! 'Chef Ramsey's signature lemon cake'? It's *your* recipe, the one you always use for the summer picnics!" Clara sighed, a tiny crease forming between her eyebrows. She wondered who'd done it.