Brianna’s POV
For someone who made a big deal about our wedding night, Adrian wasn’t going to sleep at home tonight. Not that I cared or was expecting him, I wasn’t.
Rather than ponder about the reasons why he would choose to be absent this night, I’m stuck in the room—our room— thinking about Emily and my father.
I didn’t know why I had this feeling of dread as I paced the room, the insides of my cheeks were raw and blistered from chewing the insides. I knew something was very wrong.
First of all, I couldn’t reach Emily, father wasn’t picking up. In fact no one was picking up their phones.
Adrian had left about two hours ago and with the way he left I knew I wasn’t paranoid for no reason.
He suddenly got a call mid conversation. I was still bothered about everything and he reassured
