Gemotions

The crisp white envelope felt heavy in Amelia's hand. She balanced it on the kitchen counter, admiring the way the light caught the embossed logo of the property management company. A slow smile spread across her face as she traced the sharp edges of the paper with a fingertip. She hadn't even opened it yet, but the possibilities buzzing in her mind were already exciting. She grabbed a bottle of champagne from the fridge, popped the cork, and poured herself a generous glass, the bubbles tickling her nose.