Gemotions

"More champagne, darling?" Clara asked, refilling her own glass. The rooftop bar was buzzing, the city lights twinkling like a spilled jewel. She surveyed the scene: her carefully curated guest list, the flowing cocktails, the upbeat music. It was precisely as she'd planned. Her friend, Isabella, was hosting a weekend getaway, a group yoga retreat. Clara was sure Isabella was having fun, but the joy she felt here was unmatched.

Clara raised her glass to a group of friends who were dancing nearby. They smiled and waved back, their faces radiant in the ambient glow. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her. A slow, steady warmth spread through her.

She was the center of attention, but more importantly, the center of her world. It was a good feeling, an exceptionally good feeling.