Gemotions

The invitation crackled as Sarah opened it, the sound a low, almost satisfying, hiss. Memories, unwanted, flooded her mind – the hushed whispers in the hallways, the averted gazes, the stolen glances from the popular girls. She’d been invisible then.

Now, she was a CEO. She'd built an empire, brick by painful brick. She looked down at the sleek, black dress hanging in her closet, the one she’d been saving for just this occasion. Her nails, perfectly manicured, tapped against the silk. “Oh, they will see me now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.