Bethany’s P.O.V.
“Nervous?” Emma asked me with a wide grin on her face and I glared hard at him. “Don’t make me. My heart is already about to come outside my chest at any time,” I scolded her and she laughed at me. My hands were sweating badly, and I was feeling that I would faint at any time. “You are looking stunning, sweetheart,” she complimented me in a teasing tone, and I blushed hard this time. “You too are not looking bad, love, but this was not the gown that you chose for yourself?” I complimented her too and looked at her from head to toe. She had worn an emerald-colored gown with a slit on her right leg. “O this one…. Mr. Josh Knight arranged our dresses,” she told me, and I raised my eyebrows.
“Our?” I asked her, and she immediately shook her head. “You just wait for Hannah, a
