Aware that Bree had arrived, Trent did his best not to look at her. He wanted to; he knew she looked gorgeous in that green dress without even turning his head that direction. But Monica didn’t need to know Bree had anything to do with his discovery of her cheating, nor did she need to know that he had feelings for Bree, that he’d been in love with her for at least a decade and wasn’t sure how he’d ever stop loving her, even if he did go through with the wedding.
Monica had made more promises in the last few hours than she ever had in the whole time they’d been dating. She had sworn she’d never, ever leave his sight again, if that’s what Trent wanted. He could trust her--she swore. It had only happened once. It was so long ago, she hardly remembered it. She’d been so drunk….
