Gemotions

She’d just finished decorating the cake. It was a masterpiece, perfectly frosted and adorned with fresh berries, just the way he loved it. Clara had spent the entire day preparing for his arrival. She lit the candles on the table, a gentle glow filling the room. Her pulse quickened with anticipation.

A knock. She opened the door, a smile on her face, but she stopped. A man stood there, staring back at her with the same look of utter bewilderment. He had flowers in his hands. "I, uh... this is for Maria?" Clara's hands flew to her mouth, the smile replaced with horror.