Gemotions

The invitation sat on the kitchen counter, pristine and elegant. It was for a party at Mrs. Petrov’s house. The invitation was engraved, and written in a calligraphy style, and it was hard to believe. They’d always known Mrs. Petrov to be the quiet woman who lived at the end of the street. She had always seemed…frugal. Now, with the knowledge of her vast fortune, Sarah felt…adrift.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, an unexpected and overwhelming sense of distance. She ran her fingers across the invitation.

She had always thought they were friends. Now, she felt like she’d been living in a dream. She wondered if she should even go.