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Before Bree even opened her eyes, a tightening in her stomach reminded her that this was the day she’d been dreading for days--maybe longer than that if she was honest with herself. She’d been dreaming of marrying Trent for a decade, hadn’t she? Now, he was getting married. But not to her. He’d tried to call her the night before. She’d seen a missed call on her phone. And at one point, she thought she’d heard a soft knock on the door. She’d been in the bathtub and hadn’t been sure. When she made it to the door, no one was there, so either she’d imagined it, or he hadn’t been too serious about coming to see her. It was just as well. He likely just wanted to apologize to her, sort of like he had in the restaurant earlier in the week. At the time, she’d felt as if they’d bonded a bit, like