Meant to Marry Me

Chapter 49: Playing My Song for You

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 C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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.

Bree went back to her spot on the wall, but she was tuned in enough so that when the pastor said it

was time for her song, she automatically got up and went to the stage. She caught Trent’s eyes as she

was walking, though she didn’t mean to, and she shook her head slightly, again, not on purpose. He

looked away.

Picking up her guitar, Bree made sure it was in tune with a strum and then, she sat on the provided

stool and began to sing.

Her intentions were to look out at the crowd, perhaps at Christy and Abby, or over their heads. But as

he began to sing, she couldn’t help but look at the couple, to look at Monica, standing there with that

satisfied smile on her face, and Trent, not meeting her eyes. But then he looked up, and she was

singing to him and no one else.

“You’re mine, you just don’t know it.

You love me, you just can’t show it.

Maybe someday soon, you’re gonna see

Baby, you were meant to marry me.”

Bree finished, stood, put her guitar back on the stand and then walked down the stairs without even

looking at anyone, she headed down the aisle, but she didn't stop at the second row. She kept walking-

-all the way down the aisle--and out the door.