He barked once. Loud. Piercing. Paper fluttered. A box tipped and hit the floor. Gasps erupted through the church. “What’s happening?” “Is that dog supposed to be here?” Rex circled the table, barking again, nose pressed close, body rigid.
Then he turned his head sharply and locked eyes with Emma. She hadn’t moved. She stood frozen at the doorway, bouquet clutched to her chest, confusion rippling across her face as she looked from the guests to Rex to Lucy struggling to catch up.