Gemotions

The leather-bound book felt heavy in Amelia's hands, the cover cool against her palms. A smirk played on her lips. She’d always suspected, of course, but the sheer audacity of it! To weave her life, her *flaws*, into a sprawling epic... It was delicious.

Amelia leaned back in her chair, the afternoon sun warming her face. She’d read only a few pages, but already she recognized the cadence of her own voice, the sharp wit she’d thought was exclusive to her. He’d nailed it. The bastard.

“Well, well, well,” she murmured, a chuckle bubbling in her chest. She couldn't wait to see how he'd handled the disastrous pottery class.