Gemotions

She straightened her dress, a subtle smile playing on her lips. From her vantage point, she could see her mother, a vision in emerald, accepting congratulations with grace. The room was abuzz, a low, comfortable murmur accompanying the clinking of glasses.

This was perfect. Everything about tonight was. From the carefully chosen caterers to the photographs displayed chronicling her mother's career. She thought about how much planning went into this, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely fulfilled.

As she stepped up to the podium, she imagined her mother's reaction. Her mother would likely get a tear in her eye. She was ready. The anticipation, the knowledge of the coming speech, fueled her with a quiet energy, making her feel as though she could lift the world.