Gemotions

The email from Olivia, confirming her attendance at the pottery painting class, felt heavy in Amelia's inbox. Her own small gathering – a painting party at her apartment – was also planned for Saturday. Amelia had spent weeks preparing. Now, a pang of dismay hit her.

Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against her desk. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. What was she going to do?

Amelia rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the sudden headache. She reread the email and wanted to close her computer and hide.