Then he snapped his head around and locked eyes directly with Emma. She hadn’t moved an inch, frozen at the church doorway, her bouquet clutched tight to her chest, confusion washing over her face as she looked from the crowd to Rex to Lucy rushing to catch up with the dog.
“Rex?” she called out softly. The dog sprinted straight toward her. Not to attack—out of urgent desperation. He reached her in seconds and clamped his jaws gently but firmly onto the edge of her wedding dress, pulling hard enough to tear the silk again. A massive collective gasp tore through the church.
“Hey—!” Emma stumbled backward, staring down at the torn fabric in pure disbelief. “Rex, stop!” But he wouldn’t obey. He tugged again, pulling her backward steadily—toward the gift table in the corner. “Get that dog away from her!” Vincent shouted, rushing off the altar immediately.
