Emily’s POV
I kept fiddling with my fingers in the car as we drove to the hotel. My nerves just wouldn’t settle.
Apparently, Tyler had sent a driver to pick us up. And when I saw him, my stomach twisted. It was the same man from yesterday.
At first, I thought maybe I was mistaken. But then Tyler called him while we were getting ready, and the moment I heard his voice through the speaker, I knew I wasn’t wrong. It was the so-called delivery guy.
Now, sitting quietly in the backseat beside Wendy, I couldn’t help but wonder. Why had a delivery guy been the one to bring my wedding dress yesterday, and now he was suddenly the driver? Did that mean he worked directly for Tyler?
Either way, I didn’t ask. I just sat there, eyes fixed on the road ahead as we drove towa
