Chapter 44: y 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 toe 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 rxation 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?”


    Bree had to turn away. “Apparently not.”


    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


    as usual. At least she wasn’t ring 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.


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    “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 ufortable 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 thest prayer I just said, you’ll


    “Can she y 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


    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


    rmended 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.