Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

The room was amazing! Bree had stayed in a lot of different places over the last year and a half since she’d started doing bigger gigs with more famous groups, but none of them had a beach a hundred yards outside of the room.

Standing in the living area of the room, she could hear the ocean outside of the open windows and knew she would be able to hear it from the bed as well. The warm breeze billowed the white curtains, and she stood near the comfy couch and took it all in. She’d managed to get the dream vacation she’d been longing for, help out a friend, and get a performance in all at the same time.

She set her guitar case in the closet and wheeled her suitcase over as well. This place was immaculately clean, and the white and blue decor reminded her of the ocean outside her door. There was a sign on the wall that read, “Life’s a beach,” and so was her front yard at the moment. Practically, anyway. There was a small strip of resort that formed a barrier of green grass between her door and the sand dunes and surf, but it wasn’t much, and she was looking forward to seeing how warm the water was.

It was early afternoon, and she hadn’t even seen Lilly yet. Her former roommate was doing her best to keep her head above water as she helped her sister make sure everything was in order for the wedding of her dreams. She’d told Bree there was a dinner at 6:00 in one of the ballrooms, but she hadn’t sent the agenda she’d been promising for a week yet. That was okay with Bree as long as she knew where she was supposed to be for the wedding itself, which was on Saturday. That was still five days away. In the meantime, she was told she could participate in as many or as few of the wedding activities as she wanted to. The bride was just thrilled she was able to be there.

Bree sat down on the couch and took a few deep breaths. No matter how big or small the gig, performing always made her slightly nervous. The anxiety she was feeling now was different, though. Lilly was about the only person here she knew. While she had met her parents a few times, that was in college, which seemed like a million years ago. They were wonderful people, though. The fact that she had never met Monica, the bride, and didn’t even know the groom’s name was alarming. She thought she should’ve probably asked that question along the way, but every time she talked to Lilly, she was in such a hurry, Bree never wanted to waste her time asking questions that didn’t even matter. All she knew about him was that he’d spent a fortune on this wedding, which meant he was probably loaded and likely came from money.

The idea of a bunch of rich guys being at the wedding would’ve probably been exciting to some people, but Bree hadn’t even thought about dating since Sam. That wasn’t exactly true--she had gone out with a few guys. But she hadn’t been serious about anyone or even gone out with any of them more than a few times. It had been an easy decision to focus on her career and forget about love. After Trent had broken her heart, and Sam had proven anyone could cheat, she was just done with all of it.

been out late the night before playing her last show before she took her week off, so she decided to take a nap before she headed to the dinner. Kicking off her sandals, she set an alarm on her phone to make sure she got up in time to get ready for the get together. The bed

walked though, the more her mind wandered, the more she realized it wasn’t just any man. His touch was familiar, as was the way he made her stomach flutter. Would she ever escape Trent’s

she felt refreshed and happy when she

as Trent did before, when they were friends, when there was just the potential of them being together, was enough to make her smile. The kiss they’d shared that night at the cabin was still by far the most perfect one she’d ever

and slipped on a nicer pair of sandals than the ones she’d worn in from the airport. She put on a few bangles and a matching necklace and earrings. Satisfied she looked nice but not spot-light stealing, she decided it was time

idea where she was

she knew. She fired off a text to Lilly, hoping she saw it and could give her directions, but she had a feeling it would go unanswered since Lilly had been so busy. She had replied to her text that she’d arrived earlier, but it had taken her

checked the time and saw it was a little after six. The dinner would’ve started by now. She could either wander around the resort or just sit there and wait on Lilly. It wasn’t as if she was in a huge hurry to get there. They wouldn’t eat right at six, would they? Wouldn’t there be drinks and mingling and then dinner? Since she knew no one to mingle with, what was the point in being there right

of the resort from when she’d checked in. She grabbed it out of her handbag and studied it for a moment. All of the ballrooms were independent buildings in a row, next to each other, just down the row of rooms where she was staying. They all had exterior doors that led out to the strip of grass and the beach. She could just walk down and see how many of them

key card and her phone and dropped them in a small clutch and then headed out. The sun was just starting to descend, though it would be bright out for hours to come. The sky was painted in hues of pinks, oranges, and yellow. It was gorgeous, and part of her wanted to blow the dinner off and go stick her feet in the waves. But she’d told Lilly she’d