Gemotions

Her breathing felt shallow and rapid, a hummingbird trapped in her chest. The bright lights of the reception hall seemed to pulsate, adding to the disquiet that gnawed at her. Chloe smoothed down her dress, wishing she'd worn something less conspicuous, something that would allow her to blend into the background.

She avoided looking in the direction of the dance floor, where she knew he might be. A wave of heat washed over her. She excused herself from the table, claiming a need for fresh air. She needed to escape, even for a moment.

Outside, the cool evening breeze offered a small reprieve. She leaned against the wall of the building, her body trembling slightly. The memory of their last heated argument replayed in her mind, amplifying her current unease.