Gemotions

He’d almost missed the call. Mark, her supposed friend, had texted this morning, a cryptic "see you later" that was meant to provoke, she knew. Sarah had ignored it. Now, as she surveyed the packed rooftop bar, she couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face. The city glittered below, a twinkling panorama of opportunity.

Her dress shimmered in the neon glow of the bar's sign, catching the light as she moved. She raised a champagne flute, toasting her friends. Their laughter filled the air. This was the perfect evening. This was everything she'd planned for.

A waitress offered her a plate of hors d'oeuvres. She picked up a miniature quiche, savoring the moment. A quick text message confirmed what she already knew: Mark's party was sparsely attended, a hushed gathering at a noisy pizza joint. Sarah felt a surge of warmth. She’d done it.