Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

“God, Bree--do you have any idea what time it is?”

Christy’s voice sounded in her ear, and even though she was annoyed, Bree was just happy she’d answered. At a time like this, when she needed to talk to someone who knew the background and was capable of saying the things she needed to hear, Christy was her go-to girl and had been ever since high school.

“Sorry, hon. Did I wake you up?” Bree asked, thinking Christy didn’t sound groggy--just irritated.

“Hell, no. But I’m in the process of switching clubs. What’s up, bitch?”

That had Bree giggling. While everyone else their age who wasn’t at an event like Bree happened to be, was home, sleeping, preparing for work the next day, Christy was on her way to a different party. “I just hoped I could talk to you for a few minutes, but if you’re busy, it’s okay. I can call you some other time.”

“No way. You’re at that swanky wedding in Gulf Shores, right? I mean, of course I’ve got time to listen to that. Besides, I’m in an Uber. What’s going on?”

Bree took a deep breath. “Well, first of all, do you have any idea who the groom is?”

“Uh… yeah. So I guess you do, too, huh?”

“Wait, what? You knew, and you didn’t tell me?”

She could hear Christy shrugging over the phone. “I thought you knew.”

did you say, ‘that swanky wedding’ and

over to my house a couple of times on breaks and stuff, so I know them,

Bree hoped she didn’t sound too mad, but she was a little mad. Why would Christy not tell her what

everyone else. You think Trent didn’t invite us to

know. He didn’t invite me.”

up. How is that, anyway? How is it knowing he’s gonna marry someone else? I mean,

Now, Bree was lying to the very person she’d called for help. Still, she felt betrayed that all of these people knew she was walking into a firestorm and hadn’t warned her. “It’s… weird, though. If I had known it was his wedding,

were better off not knowing, especially since she’s a model and all. I mean, not

talking to her driver and getting out of the car, and in the distance,

asked, and Bree hoped she didn’t mind standing outside for a minute while she told her

not himself--not the Hank I remember from high school, anyway. He doesn’t want to go anywhere without me. One minute, it seems like he can’t stand Monica, and the next, it’s like he’s her biggest fan. It’s so weird. He’s kinda mopey, too. I haven’t seen him act this way ever--except for that one time at your birthday

at my birthday party? I don’t

more ‘professional,’ or something. Apparently, she was screwing him but

knew who she was so I could slap her in the face. Anyway, Hank has known Monica for a long time, too, you know? They went to college together. Maybe he’s just thinking of her like a sister or something--where you get mad at someone and then you’re

Maybe. This seems different somehow.” Bree couldn't quite put

is spending so much of Trent’s money, too. That wedding

though. What was it exactly?” She thought back to what he’d said when they were sitting on the beach and it suddenly came to her. He’d slipped it

questioned. “I have no idea. Is he afraid he’ll lose Trent? I mean, if Monica makes him move to New York