EMORY'S POV
I heard Geller’s voice calling out to me, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The room was still dim, too early for the day to begin. I groaned, turning away and burying my face in the pillow, but he was persistent.
"Emory." His hand brushed over my shoulder, his voice steady but gentle. "The wedding rehearsal is this afternoon. Don’t forget."
I blinked blearily at him, caught between sleep and wakefulness. "Mmm, I know."
"I need to take care of something first," Geller continued. "Just meet me at the venue later, alright?" His fingers traced lightly over my cheek—a fleeting touch before he pulled away.
"Okay," I mumbled, already sinking back into the warmth of sleep.
The next time I woke, it was to the sound of hard knocking, followed by Nana Bertha’s voice. “Emo
