Emma swallowed. Rex usually doesn’t react this way. “That’s… new,” one of the bridesmaids whispered. Emma forced a smile. “He’s probably picking up on my nerves.” Then Vincent appeared. He smiled when he saw her. The familiar one. The one she’d known for years.
Vincent stepped into the room, straightening his jacket, his expression softening when he saw Emma. Then he noticed Rex. The pause was brief—but unmistakable. “Wait,” Vincent said, glancing from Emma to the dog. “Rex is here?”