Gemotions

The scent of honeysuckle drifted through the open window, mingling with the perfume she spritzed on her neck. Clara examined her reflection in the mirror, turning her head this way and that. The dull ache in her back, the constant tiredness – all gone. She felt… vibrant. She felt lighter. The book. The secret. His words. Finding the manuscript tucked away in the attic had shaken her to her core. It was a secret, but a flattering one. This whole new energy felt liberating. She was taking control of her life, or at least, the life he was imagining for her. She skipped downstairs, ready to face the day.