Gemotions

The embossed invitation felt sharp against Sarah's fingertips. Ten years. It had been a decade since she’d escaped the suffocating small town and the people who'd made her high school life a misery. Now, they wanted her back. A tiny smile played on her lips as she considered the possibilities. A flash of a mischievous glint in her eyes revealed her intentions.

She'd spent the last decade building an empire, a media conglomerate that dwarfed anything the folks back home could even imagine. She knew exactly which outfits would make them choke on their canapés.

The RSVP card would be sent back, of course. But not without a carefully crafted message, hinting at just a fraction of her current reality. She’d make sure they all knew how far she'd come.