Gemotions

He was here. Standing right there, talking to the bride’s mother. The sight of him, Robert, should have sent a jolt of anxiety through Olivia. That’s what she’d been expecting. The days leading up to the wedding had been filled with a low-grade fear, an anticipatory dread.

Now, a quiet sense of... equilibrium descended. The tension that had coiled in her gut relaxed. She saw the relief in the mother’s face when she realized that Robert was not the one, and she smiled. She picked up a canapé. She felt a lightness in her step as she walked towards the bar.