Cranston’s POV
I hold the door open as the movers carry boxes inside and up to Bree’s room.
This feels surreal.
Tomorrow night, I will be a married man. Married to Bree Leely.
Well, officially. But not really.
Rubbing my forehead as my head starts to throb again, I let go of the door handle and take a step back.
I wonder what Bree is doing right now.
What is she thinking? How is she feeling?
I have desperately wanted to reach back out to her, but I honored her wishes and stayed silent.
Even Erica has been unusually silent.
Maybe because she has been busy spending all of her time with Dean.
Whatever the reason, I feel completely out of the loop with Bree, and I do not like it.
That will change tomorrow.
We leave for Paris right after the wedding and will spend two entire we
