As her mother left the room, Eve overheard Dalton tell the ladies at the door that Casey had called.  She turned and headed toward the door, catching site of the man as he turned to leave.  This had to be her future husband's best man.  Casey had shared enough about him that Eve had a rough idea of what he looked like.	She waited until her mother had disappeared to approach Dalton, not wanting the Frost Matriarch to try and interfere with anything.<br/><br/>"Is he okay?"  She called after the man.  It was hard to know how he would react.  There was a chance he hated the idea of his best friend throwing things his chances at love and a happy life away, like their families did.  Eve had to hoped that maybe Casey had said something about how well they had gotten along, how happy they'd been in the last week.  Casey being late like this just didn't feel right to her, which is why she was worried.<br/><br/>"I didn't want to badger him with calls and I kept telling myself that it was probably just traffic, but I--I..."  She sighed and tried to think of how she could put her emotions into words without sounding desperate or needy.  "My gut has been churning since I got up and it's not cold feet or nerves.  I just have this feeling something is off and the fact that he's late...Just tell me he's okay?"