Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's desk, the crisp card stock a testament to her meticulous planning. A smile played on her lips. She tapped the pen against her teeth, her gaze drifting out the window, picturing the fairy lights she’d already strung in the backyard. The caterers confirmed, the band was ready, and the guest list? Beyond expectations. It was all aligning perfectly.

She chuckled to herself, remembering David’s frantic phone call earlier, desperate to know her plans. He’d seemed…flustered. Good. This was going to be epic, and she couldn't wait.

A warmth spread through her chest as she imagined the reactions of her guests. She pushed back from her desk, already anticipating the celebratory weekend ahead. This was going to be the birthday of the year.