Gemotions

The humid summer air felt like a warm blanket as Maya strolled toward the backyard. The party hummed with conversation and the clinking of glasses. She’d been enjoying the buffet table for the last hour, sampling everything from mini quiches to a particularly delightful fruit salad. Her dress felt loose and airy against her skin, a perfect complement to the easygoing atmosphere. She spotted her parents chatting with some old friends under the shade of a large oak tree and felt a gentle smile spread across her face. Time for the speech, she supposed. But first, another glass of lemonade.