Gemotions

"Just breathe," Maya muttered under her breath, a mantra she repeated with every step. The wedding dress felt like a cage, constricting her movement. The thought of running into Alex sent a jolt of ice through her veins. She smoothed down the fabric of her gown, her hands trembling slightly.

She sought out the restrooms, finding a quiet corner to collect herself. The floral wallpaper swam before her eyes. The sound of happy chatter from the hallway made her want to hide, to disappear, anything to postpone the inevitable.

She splashed cold water on her face, hoping the shock would steady her nerves. Looking at her reflection, she saw a stranger – a pale-faced woman with wide, frightened eyes. She took a deep breath, steeling herself.