Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1

“Play a song!” Monica insisted, sitting on a bench set back from the fire. After dinner, everyone had played on the beach until the sun went down, and now the wedding party was roasting marshmallows. It was a warm evening, so the fire was low, and the benches were nowhere close enough for the sticks to reach, so anyone who wanted a treat had to stand and approach the flames. Bree was content to eat the sugary snacks without warming them first.

“Do you know ‘Unchained Melody’?” Monica asked as Bree considered whether or not to make an excuse as to why she didn’t want to play while Monica sang.

“I do,” she said. When she’d agreed to bring her guitar, she’d figured it would be for a sing along, not to listen to the bride-to-be serenade the rest of the group. But… it was her wedding, and Bree didn’t want to be contrary.

“Good, good! Play it, and I’ll sing it for Trent.”

Bree shifted her attention slightly to Trent for a moment before she stood to grab her instrument. He was sitting next to Monica, and she was draped all over him, as usual. He didn’t look like he wanted to be serenaded, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to protest either.

her back to the crowd, Bree got her guitar out of its case and found a smile. By the time she got back to the bench, she was calmer. She didn’t look at Trent as she tuned her guitar and then started

she got to the part where Monica was supposed to come in, she gave a

It was awful.

someone would’ve handed Monica one of the buckets the children who’d been out with their families earlier playing in the sand had been using, she wouldn’t have been able to carry the tune. In order to keep herself together, Bree

it would appear as if he was smiling at his beautiful bride as she sang

over again. Bree jumped in, no longer thinking anything about the situation was funny as she tried not to shoot daggers out of her eyes at the bride. She saw Trent’s hand tighten around Monica’s leg, likely a sign to her

someone, maybe Matt, yelled, “I’ll never forget

people snickered, but Monica was too busy trying to

Bree, probably not wanting to see her nephew