The ocean waves rolled beneath the boat as Bree looked out the window at the setting sun. Normally, a dinner cruise would seem like a relaxing, romantic event. This evening, sitting in a dining room with the wedding party, romantic was the last word she would’ve used to describe it.
Dinner was delicious. The lobster was buttery, the crab cakes flaky, and the wine was flowing. She sat with some of Trent’s family, aunts and uncles, a cousin, no one she’d met before. All of them had arrived earlier that day. The rest of them spent a great deal of time talking about how proud they were of Trent, how he’d grown up to be such a wonderful young man, and how beautiful Monica was. They weren’t wrong on either account. Bree didn’t want to hear it.
“Did you go with the kids out to play volleyball t
