Gemotions

The champagne flute felt light in Sarah’s hand, the bubbles tickling her nose as she took a generous sip. The string quartet filled the air with a lively melody, and the floral arrangements practically glowed in the afternoon sun. She twirled in place, the silk of her emerald dress whispering against her legs. Months of feeling… dull… had finally lifted. She hadn’t felt this light in years.

Then, she saw him. Across the crowded courtyard, leaning against a stone wall, was Mark. Her breath hitched. Her smile faltered, replaced by a momentary, involuntary frown. But it vanished as quickly as it came. She took another sip of champagne, her shoulders straightening.

“Well, well,” she murmured to herself, a playful glint in her eyes. “This is going to be interesting.” She began to navigate the crowd, her stride purposeful, a small, defiant smile playing on her lips. She felt a thrill of anticipation, a strange, exhilarating energy coursing through her veins.