Emily's POV

I stood in front of the mirror, fumbling with the back of my dress. It was one of those impossible ones with thin crisscross straps that looked elegant in pictures but made you question your life choices in reality. I twisted and turned, trying to tie it properly, but it just kept slipping loose.

The dress was beautiful, though. A silver, body-fitted gown that shimmered slightly. It hugged every curve and flowed all the way down to my feet. Tyler had picked it out himself, saying ...