Gemotions

The soft glow of the fireplace warmed Eleanor’s cheeks as she meticulously arranged the candles. Her apartment, usually a chaotic haven of books and paintbrushes, was transformed. Soft music drifted from the speakers, creating a romantic ambience. She reached for the champagne flutes, her fingers dancing delicately over the crystal. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this...content.

A loud knock echoed through the room, followed by the sound of a key fumbling in the lock. The door swung open to reveal a woman, breathless and flushed. “Oh, my God,” the woman said, her voice barely a whisper. “I'm so glad you're here. I thought I'd come early for James.” Eleanor's heart sank. The candles seemed to dim.