Vincent shifted his weight at the altar, unease flickering briefly across his face before he smoothed it away. Lucy stood near the altar with the other bridesmaids, Rex seated neatly at her side. His leash was looped around her wrist, loose but secure.
A quiet anticipation rolled through the pews. Then the doors opened. Emma appeared at the entrance, framed by light and white fabric, her breath catching as every face turned toward her. For a heartbeat, everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. Rex stood.