EMORY'S POV
I woke up with a whirlwind of emotions twisting inside me—lingering tension from last night, the wedding ahead, and what was happening after.
Excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of anticipation tangled together, forming a tight knot in my stomach. Even the air in the house hummed with a different kind of energy, as if everything was charged with something unspoken.
I went downstairs expecting to find Geller at the breakfast table, but instead, Quinn and Leslie were there.
Nana Bertha, Rita, and Sally were busy setting food on the table, the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread, bacon, and brewed coffee filling the air. As I descended the stairs, everyone looked up at me, their gazes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Here comes the bride," N
