Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

The sun was still shining; the waves continued to roll across the shoreline, wetting the sand, and tumbling back out to sea. The seagulls danced and played above her, and the blue sky was vivid and bright, refusing to hide itself in clouds.

Bree sunk down in the sand, leaning back against the rocks she’d used as shelter many times that week--a week that had taken on a life of its own, stretching beyond five days into a millennium.

and waiting. He was actually going through with it. In fact, considering how long it had taken her to walk here from the chapel, he’d probably already done it. He was probably already married. The pastor would’ve said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Trent Walker.” There would’ve been applause, and then the gorgeous couple would’ve gone to greet everyone, to relish in their congratulations. They’d be doing pictures now, soon to be headed to the reception where they’d cut the cake. Bree had no doubt Monica would do something to embarrass Trent--like smear it all over

He’d likely stick around for the whole reception since that’s what the best man was supposed to do. People would probably be whispering about Bree at the reception, asking what was the matter with her, why she’d left, what kind of

Abby, wanting to know if she was all right. Telling her how sorry they were for her, that it would be okay, that she could do better, that Trent was getting what was coming to him for choosing Monica over