Gemotions

A wave of heat flushed over Amelia’s skin. Cancelled. The word swam before her eyes on the digital invitation. Her friends, bless their cotton socks, thought she needed a "night in." A night in? After enduring months of grueling work, she had earned more than a quiet evening. She was ready to dance, to laugh, to drink bubbly with her closest pals. She balled up the invitation in her fist.

She marched into the kitchen, a determined glint in her eyes. The cake was already ordered. The music playlist, meticulously crafted, was ready to roll. She was going to have her party, regardless. She would make the calls, rearrange the venue, and personally ensure everyone attended. This wasn’t up for debate.