Gemotions

The envelope felt almost flimsy in Clara’s grip. She ran a finger along the edges, a small smile dancing on her lips. It was a formal affair, a far cry from the faded jeans and oversized hoodies she remembered. Time had certainly changed things.

She pictured her classmates, their faces etched with the passage of time. Her mind wandered, imagining the gossip, the boasts, the quiet disappointments. She tapped her foot, a quick, staccato beat against the hardwood floor.

She decided to book a manicure and a full makeover. She could see herself now, gliding through the ballroom, an enigma, her past a carefully constructed mystery. She hummed a little tune, the rhythm of her anticipation building with each passing moment.