It was evident which one was Monica the second Bree walked through the door. Not only was every eye in the room on the woman, she was stunning. She looked a little bit like Lilly in the face, but her hair was dark black and hung almost to her waist. She was so tall and thin, it was evident why she wanted to be a model. She looked like one. There was no longer a question in her mind why Trent wanted to be with her instead of Bree. While she’d always thought she was pretty enough, Monica was absolutely gorgeous.
Lilly spotted her from across the room and came bounding over, arms open. “Bree! You’re here!”
“Hi!” Bree opened her arms and hugged her friend back, though there were several unfriendly comments that leapt to mind, including chastising her for not answering her phone, not telling her where to meet them, oh, and the fact that her sister was marrying the only man Bree had ever been in love with.
“I’m so glad you made it. How was your flight?”
