Gemotions

The invitations were a stark contrast. Hers, a sophisticated black and gold, hinting at elegance. The other, a vibrant collage, all bright colors and carefree fonts. She shuddered, a barely perceptible movement.

Her hands shook as she picked up her carefully planned seating chart. She kept re-arranging the guests’ names, trying to control the uncontrollable. The other party felt like a threat, a challenge to her perfect vision.

She sat heavily in her chair, the silence of the room amplifying the frantic beat of her heart. She suddenly felt claustrophobic, trapped within her own meticulously constructed world.