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Despite her promise to Hank, Bree couldn’t stomach attending the breakfast Monica had organized Thursday morning. Instead, she was back on the beach. She had a lot to think about. Tomorrow night was the rehearsal, and then on Saturday, at 2:00, Trent would be a married man--unless Bree could figure out a way to speak the truth about how she felt about him in a way that made him realize he would rather be with her than Monica. He still had feelings for her. Not only could Bree see it in his eyes, she could see it in Monica’s. If Trent didn’t like her at all, what was Monica so afraid of? When the bride had seen the two of them chatting the night before, she’d flown over there and insisted he come back inside. Bree had felt so sorry for him, watching him sit there, pretending to care about