The wedding music faltered mid-note, the sweet tune dying away to tense silence. Whispers rippled through the pews like wind through grass. Heat flooded Emma’s cheeks as she clutched the torn fabric tight in her hands, burning shame drowning out every other thought and instinct. Of all the days in her life, of all the precious, perfect moments she’d dreamed of, her own dog—her loyal K9 partner who’d stood by her side through everything—was ruining her wedding day. And she had absolutely no clue why he’d act this way.
The small chamber connected to the main sanctuary was supposed to be a peaceful, calm retreat. Fresh white-painted walls lined the room, filled only with soft, hushed chatter, the gentle rustle of satin bridesmaid dresses, and quiet nervous laughter from the wedding party. Emma stood poised beside a full-length mirror, dressed in her elegant wedding gown, her bridal bouquet resting lightly against her hip, while her bridesmaids clustered together behind her, fixing their dresses and chatting softly.
