Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a cheerful splash of primary colors. Across from it, another invitation, identical except for the name at the top: Chloe. The pit in Amelia’s stomach was an unwelcome guest, churning with a disquiet she couldn't name.

She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her fingers. The date. The same. How could this have happened? Months of planning, a carefully curated guest list, and now… this.

Amelia grabbed her phone, the screen reflecting her anxious expression. Should she call Chloe? Apologize? Try to salvage the situation? The thought of the conversation, the awkwardness, made her palms sweat.