Emmett’s POV
Evening came earlier than expected.
“You are looking very handsome brother but why is there worry on your face instead of excitement and happiness” Evelyn asked me, looking at me with her scrutinizing gaze.
She is right. In this black figure fitting tux with white shirt underneath and with my hairs perfectly combed, I am looking good.
But I am indeed worried.
I sighed thinking about what should I tell her. I can’t tell her that I am worried about Hazel even though I talked with her an hour ago.
I have been calling Hazel again and again, just to check up on her.
I don’t know why I have this weird feeling that something really very horrible is about to happen. And with each passing second it is only increasing.
If she didn’t have to visit one of her relative in hospita
