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

it’s not like he’s the only one there I know. Hank is there, right? And Trent brought Matt and Dwayne over to my house a couple of times on breaks and stuff, so I know them, too. I know Lilly because she used to be your roommate, and Monica’s been in some fashion shoots

too mad, but she was a little mad. Why would Christy not tell her what she was walking into?

be there Saturday. So will Abs and everyone else. You think Trent didn’t invite us to his

He

yet, there you are, soaking it all up. How is that, anyway? How is

anything for him.” 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

since she’s a model and all. I mean, not that you’re not

She heard Christy talking to her driver and getting out of the car,

Bree hoped she didn’t mind standing outside for a minute while she told her the real reason

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.

was upset at my birthday party?

but she wouldn’t date him because he was going to be a personal trainer, and she was looking for someone more ‘professional,’ or something. Apparently, she was screwing

think he had a chance, and then cut him off until the next time she needed a quick screw, and then she’d call him. Stupid bitch. I wish I 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.

don’t know. Maybe. This seems different somehow.” Bree couldn't quite put her

be mad that Monica is spending so much of Trent’s

sitting on the beach and it suddenly came to her. He’d slipped it in so quickly, it hadn’t quite stuck, but now, she thought it was significant. “He

Trent? I mean, if Monica makes him move to New