Gemotions

Elara sat on the park bench, the autumn wind whipping fallen leaves around her feet. She'd known it would come to this, the success. When she shared her grandmother’s Lavender Honey Cake recipe with the young pastry chef, she had known he would take it far. She had not expected it to feel like this. She’d been such a fool, eager to help, blinded by his charm.

Now, "Vincent’s Violet Delights" were featured in a cookbook, and Vincent was lauded as a culinary genius. Elara traced the worn edges of her own copy of the recipe, the ink faded, the paper thin. It felt like she had been erased.

A tear tracked down her cheek. She quickly brushed it away.