Gemotions

The reception hall's vibrant energy suddenly felt menacing. He was there, leaning against a pillar, and she felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal instinct to flee. She quickly scanned the room, searching for an escape route, any avenue of retreat.

Her pulse quickened. She felt a burning sensation in her stomach. She avoided eye contact with him at all costs, pretending to be utterly captivated by the intricate floral arrangements.

Her friend, Emily, noticed her unease. "Are you alright?" she whispered. She stammered out a weak response, desperately trying to appear unfazed. The music seemed to taunt her, each note a reminder of happier times, now lost.