Emma swallowed hard, her mind racing. Rex never reacted like this to anyone, not even strangers. “That’s… never happened before,” one of the bridesmaids whispered nervously. Emma forced a calm smile. “He’s probably just picking up on my wedding jitters.” Moments later, Vincent appeared at the door. He smiled softly when he saw her, the warm, familiar smile she’d known and loved for years.
Vincent stepped into the room, straightening his suit jacket, his expression softening the second his eyes landed on Emma. But then he noticed Rex. The pause was quick, fleeting—but impossible to miss. “Wait a second,” Vincent said, glancing back and forth between Emma and the tense K9. “Rex is here today?”
Rex shifted instantly, stepping forward to plant his body firmly between Emma and Vincent. Vincent stopped short in his tracks. “It’s okay, boy,” he said, holding both hands up slightly with a polite, strained smile. “Easy now.” Rex growled again, low and steady, the sound carrying clear weight and warning.
