Emily's POV
I sat nervously in the backseat of the sleek black SUV, my freshly curled hair brushing my shoulders. Caleb had insisted I wear the burgundy satin dress they picked out at the boutique earlier—a dress that hugged my curves and flared delicately at the hem. My new heels, a shimmering pair of gold stilettos, sparkled in the dim car light, and the intoxicating scent of roses filled the space around me. Joey, sitting beside me, handed over the most enormous bouquet of red roses I'd ever seen, a charming smirk tugging at his lips.
"You look like you're planning something outrageous," I teased, accepting the roses and inhaling their heady scent.
"You'll see, Greenie," Joey replied, his golden eyes glowing with mischief as he winked.
It was no news that my life was changing thank
