The dog bared its teeth at me, barking fiercely, and I didn’t even dare look it in the eyes.
A moment later, Eric got out of the car.
To my shock, he wasn’t even wearing a tuxedo—just casual clothes.
I grabbed his arm. “Eric, hurry and change.”
But Eric said, “Get in the car first. There’s no time. Once we’re at the venue, just explain that we were delayed by traffic.”
I climbed in, only to realize Eric didn’t follow.
Turning back, I saw Lily pushing the dog into the seat beside me.
The beast nearly pounced on me. Terrified, I screamed and bolted from the car.
Eric’s temper flared—not at Lily, but at me.
He pointed at me and snapped, “Sophia Bennett! What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to get in the car?”
I shot back, “This is our wedding limousine! Besides the driver, it should only be the bride and groom inside. Why bring a dog?”
Lily smiled sweetly. “Sophia, today he is your groom. The two of you should ride together.”
“I’ll sit with Eric in the second car,” Lily Harper said.
I thought I had misheard.
Staring at Eric Collins in shock, I asked, “So the groom today is… this dog?”
Eric nodded impatiently.
I cried out in anguish, “What about you? Aren’t you the one I’m supposed to marry?”