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Bree kept expecting to get a phone call from someone letting her know that the wedding was off. Either Lilly--or Hank--or if things were really heading the right direction--Trent himself. But the closer it got to the time she was supposed to leave for the rehearsal dinner, the more she began to realize nothing had changed. She’d done everything she could. She’d gone to Trent, proof in hand, showed it to him, poured her heart out, and it hadn’t been enough. Perhaps she’d been wrong all along, and this entire time, the relationship she was dreaming about was all one sided. With a loud sigh, Bree ran her hands through her hair. It all made sense. The reason Trent hadn’t called her after the kiss outside of the cabin wasn’t because he didn’t have her number or whatever bullshit she’d been t