Gemotions

The digital release of her teenage diary, *My Misunderstood Muse*, had been a gamble. Now, Isabella scrolled through the comments on her laptop, her expression one of quiet satisfaction. She had always known her words were worth something, that her innermost thoughts were worthy of being read.

She adjusted the pearl necklace at her throat. The response was even more effusive than she’d anticipated. They all understood her now. A warm flush spread across her cheeks. She was vindicated.

The phone rang. It was a film producer. She took a deep breath. It was time for her closeup.