Gemotions

"It's just gorgeous, isn't it, honey?" Carol practically beamed, gesturing to the newly erected wrought-iron fence. She leaned against it, feeling a deep well of satisfaction as she spoke to her partner. The intricate scrollwork shimmered in the afternoon sun. She had envisioned this for years, and now, it was a reality.

She had designed the entire thing, right down to the little fleur-de-lis accents. The contractors had initially questioned her ideas, but she'd held firm, and look at it now. The fence was exquisite, a testament to her vision. She watched the way the neighbors gave the fence admiring glances, and the thrill was immeasurable.