Gemotions

The cake, a masterpiece she had spent hours decorating, suddenly looked wrong, too big, too sweet. Amelia kept checking the time, a nervous habit that left her feeling even more frantic. Her party at the art gallery felt important, a showcase of her passion. At the same time, she knew, Josh was planning a pool party with a DJ.

Her carefully laid plans felt suddenly... flimsy. She imagined her guests, drifting away, drawn to the boisterous sounds of Josh's celebration. She felt a prickle of sweat at her hairline.

She walked to the window, the sun was bright, almost painfully so. The cake felt cold against her fingers. She suddenly wanted to run away. Anywhere.