Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

Chapter 24: Breakfast of Champions

Bree woke up to the sound of the ocean calling her, both figuratively and literally. She sat up in bed and looked straight out at the crashing waves. It couldn’t possibly be that late as the sun was still in the process of painting the horizon with brilliant coral colors, but she wasn’t going back to sleep. It was hard enough to believe that she was awake now; everything that had happened the evening before seemed like a surreal dream.

How could Trent be marrying her former roommate’s sister? How could Trent be marrying anyone at all? Even though she hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years, she’d always harbored the desire to see him again. She’d hoped that they’d bump into each other, as they had that time at the convenience store, strike up a conversation, and both realize how much they meant to the other.

Of course, it seemed silly now, especially since she was sitting in a resort room he’d paid for so that he could marry someone else. But the dream had lived inside of her for so long, it was hard to imagine life without thoughts that someday it would happen.

Bree stretched and tried to decide what to do with her day. Monica had given her an agenda before she’d left the dinner the night before--or what would now be referenced in her mind as the most awkward three hours of her entire life, at least until this point--but she wasn’t sure she wanted to partake in any of the bridal party’s activities. She wasn’t actually one of them, after all. Sure, there would be distant cousins and other family members hanging out, too, but at least they knew Monica. Bree had known her for all of a few hours and wasn’t particularly fond of her.

Some of that was jealousy, of course. It wouldn’t be easy to like anyone Trent was marrying. But then there were the rude comments Monica frequently made, the backhanded compliments, and the dirty looks Bree felt boring into the back of her head whenever she looked away from the bride-to-be. It almost made her wonder if Monica actually knew the song she’d selected for her wedding was about her groom.

Surely not. No one knew for sure, and there weren’t even very many people who would suspect that was the case. Just some friends from high school. Like Nora, Christy, and Abby. Maybe Hank. Oh, and Trent. He’d probably figured that out the moment he heard the song--though he wouldn’t be able to confirm it.

Looking at the schedule, Bree tried to decide whether or not she should attend the brunch and visit to the local nature preserve with the rest of the group or just do her own thing. Thoughts of hanging out on the beach, catching some sunrays, dipping her toes in the waves, and basically becoming a beach bum were much more inviting than fighting off Monica’s glares.

She decided not to decide at the moment. She needed a shower and something to eat. Even if she was going to go to brunch at 11:00, her stomach was growling now. She’d hardly eaten anything the night before at the dinner because she’d felt so unwelcome and overwhelmed. But now, she was definitely in need of sustenance.

After her shower, she put on her bathing suit with a bright teal sundress over the top. Once her hair was dry and her makeup was perfect for a sunny day at the beach--with enough sunscreen underneath to last her a few hours--she decided to go to a restaurant within walking distance of the resort and get some breakfast. Taking her beach bag with her, just in case she decided not to come back to her room, she set out.

Already, kids were splashing in the waves. The sound of their laughter traveled through the morning air and brought a smile to Bree’s face. As awful as her discovery of the night before had been, there was still a lot of good in this world, a lot of beauty, a lot of hope. She couldn’t let losing Trent for good bring her down forever.

The quaint cafe was decorated with beachy, yet tasteful, decor. Bree took a booth by the window where she could lose herself in a romance novel over her eggs. It was better to leave love to other people, imaginary people, who might just have a chance.

“Still putting ketchup on your hash browns, I see.”

familiar tune in her ear. It made her smile at first until she remembered there wasn’t much to smile about. Still, she didn’t want to be

was wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts that showed off how muscular his tan legs were. Bree couldn’t get that tan if she laid on the sun. He was always a shade or two darker than her, and she

a walk and happened to see a friendly face in the window. I’m not bothering

the bench across from her but slid them off now, hoping she hadn’t gotten any sand on

hands on the table, the look on his face letting her know he was trying

meaning it, except for the last few hours. “Things have been

hear it. I always knew you’d make it

but she had to be realistic. “I’ve still got a long

on YouTube. I even heard one of your songs on

her songs for a while. “How are your parents? I didn't get a chance to talk to them last night.” They’d been so surrounded by family from out of town, she hadn’t bothered to try to

about his eyes let her know that wasn’t

taken that hard, but she was old and it was

was so sorry to hear about that. She

Bree gave him a small smile and then an awkward silence settled in that was only broken when the waitress asked Trent if he wanted some

this. For some reason, I was under the impression

but not blaming him either. She fought back the tears that sprang up again because crying now would make her look really stupid. “I’m happy for

say more, but he didn’t. She really wished the

does your brunch

“Yeah, are you coming?”

think I’ll hang out on the beach today. I appreciate the invitation and all, but….” She

everything to

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