Gemotions

The invitation sat on Amelia's fridge, a gleaming beacon of everything she resented. Liam's name, in elegant script, promised a rooftop bash with a live band. Hers? A low-key potluck at the park. She'd chosen it specifically to be the *opposite* of everything Liam loved.

A shiver, not of cold, ran down her spine as she scrolled through his guest list online. All the "cool" kids, the ones who'd laughed at her attempts at humor last year. Well, they’d see. She'd planned for this.

The park was subtly altered. The bouncy castle, originally booked for the children, now had a sign that read, "Adults Only." The DJ, a man with a booming voice and a reputation for playing terrible music, was instructed to blast her least favorite genre all afternoon. A wicked smile crept onto Amelia's face.