Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

A horrible ache started in the pit of her stomach and rapidly spiraled through her inner organs out through her extremities until Bree’s entire body seemed to be on fire from the inside out. “Wait--what?” Maybe she hadn’t heard Trent correctly. Maybe this was all a joke. Hank was known for being a prankster. “Excuse me?”

The fact that Trent’s blue eyes were focused on his shoes let her know she had heard him correctly, though. This wasn’t an awful dream. This was reality. He was marrying Monica Edge. “It’s me, Bree. I’m the groom.”

“You’re marrying Monica?” The words fell out of her mouth like rocks plopping into a lake and sinking directly to the bottom, the weight of them just as heavy and un-buoyant.

“I am. She’s… my fiancée.”

“Oh.” She ran a hand through her hair, and he could see the pain in her face. He wished he could take it back. He’d just assumed she knew, that Lilly or someone had told her. But, he shouldn’t have assumed anything. He should’ve called her himself and made sure she knew. “Wow.”

should’ve made

don’t be silly. It’s fine. I mean… it’s a small world, that’s for sure. I didn’t even know you knew

I knew her before Lilly transferred. When I broke up with Heather, Monica asked me out. We’ve been dating for a while. I

anyway. Not specifically. Probably in passing. She probably didn’t realize

looking at her as if he had just assumed the whole world knew she’d been in love with him once. “Well,

friends forever. Why wouldn’t I want to sing at your wedding?” The fact that she was going to be singing a song she’d written about him marrying someone else when he was supposed to marry her wasn’t lost on her. She wondered how familiar he was with the song. Had he figured out that she’d written it for him? Since she’d never said anything to anyone to let them know for sure

“Are you sure?”

the pain that had surfaced earlier, she stepped forward and said, “Congratulations,” as she wrapped