Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 42

Bree kept expecting to get a phone call from someone letting her know that the wedding was off. Either Lilly--or Hank--or if things were really heading the right direction--Trent himself. But the closer it got to the time she was supposed to leave for the rehearsal dinner, the more she began to realize nothing had changed.

She’d done everything she could. She’d gone to Trent, proof in hand, showed it to him, poured her heart out, and it hadn’t been enough.

Perhaps she’d been wrong all along, and this entire time, the relationship she was dreaming about was all one sided.

With a loud sigh, Bree ran her hands through her hair. It all made sense. The reason Trent hadn’t called her after the kiss outside of the cabin wasn’t because he didn’t have her number or whatever bullshit she’d been telling herself. It wasn’t because they were at different colleges or because he was afraid he’d ruin their friendship. It was because he didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him, but he didn’t want to tell her that and break her heart.

Tears threatened to run down her cheeks, but Bree held them off. She’d already spent so many tears on him. The idea of wasting more was just too much. He didn’t deserve it. And to think, this whole time, she’d been under the impression those little glances or subtle touches had meant something.

She’d been holding his hand at the beach, for crying out loud!

It would’ve been so easy to just pack up her things and walk out the door, but she wasn’t going to do that either. No, she’d come here to do a job, and now that she knew the truth, that Trent didn’t have feelings for her at all, she had to stay. She had to show him that he didn’t mean as much to her as he thought either. She’d stand up there and play the guitar, sing the song she’d written for him, and look him in the face, letting him know it didn’t mean anything to her either.

The fact that it meant more to her than she could articulate was beside the point.

Bree finished getting ready to go to the rehearsal. She was wearing a long dress with peekaboo sleeves and ruffles around the top in a light green that she knew looked great on her. No, she wasn’t a statuesque goddess like Monique, but she was pretty. And she would have no qualms about flirting with Dwayne or anyone else now that she knew the truth about Trent--that he had never really had feelings for her at all.

When it was time to go, she took several deep breaths and repeated to herself that she could do this, that she could do hard things, and this was just like anything else. Uncomfortable, sure, but doable. She picked up her guitar case and headed to the chapel, praying she was right and she’d get through the rehearsal and the dinner to follow without creating a scene.