Gemotions

The invitation felt small and insignificant. Brenda stood in her penthouse apartment, overlooking a sprawling cityscape at sunset. Champagne glasses were scattered on the countertops, the remnants of a successful business deal celebration. The city lights twinkled like spilled diamonds. She’d built a media empire, the queen of the internet.

She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. The memory of the high school hallways was a distant echo, a world away from the glamorous life she now led. A reunion? An amusing sideshow. She knew she had made her mark and there was no doubt about it. She would go, of course. For the show.