Gemotions

The opening night was a whirlwind of champagne flutes and forced pleasantries. Amelia, however, stood apart, observing the chaos with an inward satisfaction that warmed her from the inside out. Her latest collection, "Echoes of the Soul," had received rave reviews.

She found herself at the edge of the room. It was then she saw the woman. Dancing, laughing, her arm raised in the air. Amelia could see it clearly: her intricate design, the delicate spirals and the way the light hit it. This had to be the design she’d commissioned.

She walked towards her, the other woman’s face obscured. She felt no urgency, only a quiet, inner sense of triumph. "Oh, my," she murmured, a gentle chuckle escaping her. "That's… quite something, isn't it?"