Gemotions

The clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. She’d insisted on a small, impromptu celebration in her own meticulously decorated living room. Her friend, Susan, had a look of shock written across her face as she'd detailed the conversation with the former neighbor. The details of Mrs. Peterson’s estate were delicious, each detail was a burst of flavour. The lavish spending? The trip around the world? All of it. Now, *that* was a level of living she could emulate, perhaps. She raised her glass, the bubbles tickling her nose, and smiled. It was going to be a good week.