Gemotions

The sleek, minimalist design of her apartment mirrored the structure of her life. Clara's fingers danced across the glossy surface of her piano, producing a cascade of notes. The invitation lay on the piano’s surface, a stark contrast to the perfect arrangement of flowers on the nearby table. She had spent years perfecting her craft, her music resonating with audiences worldwide. She had always known what she wanted.

A faint smile played on her lips. She had worked hard to get to where she was. The reunion, she considered, with a slight tilt of her head, could be an interesting interlude. She could see who had been worthy to get to know her. She'd put on a show. A great one.