Gemotions

The embossed card felt smooth under Amelia's fingertips as she re-read the invitation. The high school reunion. Twenty years. She chuckled, a soft sound that filled the quiet of her sun-drenched kitchen. She took another sip of her coffee, the warmth spreading through her chest. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.

A slow smile crept across her face as she pictured herself walking through the doors of the ballroom. She could practically taste the anticipation. She imagined the surprise on some of their faces. She hummed a little tune as she considered what she would wear.

Amelia glanced at her reflection in the toaster. A sudden idea sparked in her mind, and she reached for her phone, already composing a text to her best friend, Sarah. "Guess what," it began. She was itching to share the news.