Gemotions

The invitation sat on the counter, a gaudy splash of neon promising an evening of debauchery. Brenda scoffed. *Brenda’s Birthday Extravaganza!* It sounded… predictable. Hers, however, would be legendary. She, after all, had taste. She had vision. She had booked the rooftop bar with the panoramic city view, the one *everyone* was dying to get into.

A thrill coursed through her as she surveyed her reflection. Her new dress, a shimmering emerald, made her eyes pop. She'd spent hours perfecting her smoky eye, and the effect was devastating. Tonight, she'd be the star, the dazzling focal point.

She tapped her foot impatiently, picturing the line already forming outside, the anticipation practically palpable. Brenda didn't do second best, and tonight, she was undeniably the best.