Gemotions

The email arrived like a poisoned dart. "Surprise party cancelled." A small, ugly smile tugged at Agnes's lips. Fine. They wanted to play games, did they? She deleted the message, then immediately forwarded it to every single person on the original guest list with the subject line: "Important Update." Then, she added a personal note. *Looks like they changed their minds.*

Her palms felt clammy, a peculiar heat prickling at her skin. She grabbed her keys, a sudden, almost manic energy coursing through her. She was going shopping. Not just any shopping; the expensive kind.

The air in the department store, thick with the scent of perfume and fresh money, was immediately soothing. She picked out a dress. The most expensive dress. And then, a pair of heels that were obscenely high and red, like the blood of a vanquished enemy.