Meant to Marry Me

Chapter 44: Play Me a Song

Hank looked awful. When he walked through the door, Bree felt horrible for being the one to make him

look that way. Technically, it was his own fault. He was the one who’d slept with his best friend’s

woman. But Bree was the one who’d told Trent about it.

It had taken her several minutes to convince him to come to the rehearsal. He’d said he couldn’t face

Trent, not at the moment. But Bree had finally talked him into it, reminding him, if she could do it, so

could he.

She saw the exchange between the two of them, the small wave and the relaxation in Hank’s shoulders

as he realized Trent wasn’t about to murder him in front of everyone. She walked over to Hank and

gave him a hug. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly into his ear. “I thought it was best for all of us.”

“I’m not mad at you,” he said. “I’m mad at myself. I never should’ve let this happen.”

“What’s done is done. All we can do now is try to fix it the best we can.” She managed a smile, even

though she could feel tears creeping into her eyes again.

He nodded but then quietly asked, “It wasn’t enough?”

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Hank let out a hot breath and then headed toward the front of the church to meet Trent, Monica, and

the pastor. Bree wouldn’t have anything to do for a while, so she sat in a pew and studied the group.

Monica had to feel awkward, didn’t she? Standing there with her husband to be and the best man,

knowing that she’d been with both of them recently--and that they knew it, too. As far as that was

concerned, Monica didn’t even know who was aware of her infidelity and who wasn’t.

It didn’t seem to have fazed her, though. When the pastor called for the rest of the wedding party to

come forward so they could start the rehearsal, Monica was smiling and joking around with her friends

as usual. At least she wasn’t glaring at Bree for the moment.

Trent looked uneasy, but not like someone who was about to say something to stop what was

happening. Bree tried not to look at him at all. It made her angry to think he thought so little of himself

that he was willing to put up with her behavior. Didn’t he know there were women out there who would

cherish a guy like him? Hell, there were women in here! But if he didn’t want Bree, the least he could

do was tell Monica off and start all over again. No one deserved to be treated the way she’d treated

him.

“All right… now is the time for the musician.” The pastor looked around the room, and Bree stood up

and walked forward, avoiding everyone else’s eyes, save the older gentleman.

“That’s me,” she said.

“Very good. We’ll have you sit on the end of the second row. Are you a guest of the bride or the

groom?”

“Mine,” Monica said quickly. “I hired her to sing.”

“I see,” the pastor said.

“Actually, Bree has been a friend of mine since we were in elementary school,” Trent said. “I’d prefer it

if she was on my side.”

She couldn’t help but look at him, and it was obvious he wasn’t just talking about where she’d sit.

“Whatever,” Monica said with a shrug. It was also clear she’d spoken so quickly because she was

trying her best to ignore the fact that Bree and Trent had ties of any sort.

The pastor looked from the groom to the bride, a little bit of uncomfortable tension in his eyes. “Very

well, Miss, uh….”

“Matthews,” Bree offered.

“If you’ll sit here,” he gestured to the second row behind Trent, “after the last prayer I just said, you’ll

come up and sing. I see you brought your guitar. Shall we go through the song?”

“Can she play something else?” Monica asked as Bree approached the stage.

“What do you mean?” Trent asked, his forehead showing the same consternation Bree was feeling.

“I just don’t want to ruin the song for tomorrow, that’s all,” Monica said, her voice uneasy. “Anything

else.”

“Sure,” Bree said, getting her guitar out. She sat on the bench and tried to decide, a million songs

coming to mind. But she chose one she’d always loved to sing and played, “Somewhere Over the

Rainbow.”

By the time she was done, most of the people in the room had tears in their eyes. But Bree didn’t. As

much as she wanted to cry at the sentiment of the song, she wasn’t about to let Monica see her cry

now.

The bride, on the other hand, was bawling like a baby. She figured that had more to do with how guilty

she was feeling than Bree’s performance. Trent was stone faced, not looking at anyone.

Bree put the guitar back in its case and moved back to the pew, taking the seat the pastor had

recommended for her. Her part was done. She could tune out now. She especially didn’t want to see

them kiss. Monica didn’t deserve to kiss Trent ever again after what she’d done, and just the thought of

her doing so made Bree feel nauseated.