Meant to Marry Me: Nashville Country Dreams Part 1 novel Chapter 49

Bree walked into the chapel and noted her guitar was already in place. She didn’t wait for an usher. Her spot was reserved, so she walked right to it, ignoring all of the other guests. There were several there already, and she heard her name shouted in a familiar voice that was probably Christy, but she didn’t look. She was in performance mode, robot mode, and she didn’t want to lift her eyes to look at anyone or even make small talk and pretend smile. She’d have to talk to Christy later and explain that she just hadn’t heard her, which wasn’t true, but Christy didn’t need to know that.

The guests came in and were seated. Bree kept her face pointed straight ahead. Even when the pastor came out, followed closely by the groom and the groomsmen, she didn’t waiver her focus from a spot on the wall near the pastor’s head.

The music changed, and everyone stood. It took Bree a moment to realize the bridesmaids were all headed up the aisle, the flower girl had thrown her flowers, and Monica was coming in.

Now, Bree turned her head. She couldn’t help it. Never had she seen a lovelier vision than the bride coming down the aisle in a gorgeous white gown that made her look like she’d fluttered down from the sky on gossamer wings.

Immediately, Bree looked at Trent. She didn’t mean to do that either, but she had to. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem as enamored with Monica as everyone else. Trent looked… pained, as if he wasn’t sure what he was doing there. Bree swallowed hard. Was he still contemplating whether or not marrying Monica was the wrong thing to do?

Surely not. He wouldn’t still be standing there if that was the case, would he?

Monica’s father placed her hand on Trent’s arm and did the obligatory giving her away and then took a seat in the front row, next to her mother who was wiping at her eyes already. Monica’s smile was as bright as the sun. Trent’s was the one he wore when he knew he was supposed to look happy but didn’t.