Meant to Marry Me

Picking out an outfit to wear for her big show was harder than Bree would've thought. Even after hiring a personal stylist to take her shopping a week or so before the show, she still wasn't sure what to wear. It made sense to her now why so many famous people had a team of people that dressed them, did their makeup, and always had them looking on point. Standing in front of her full-length mirror in the bedroom, Bree wasn't sure if she looked edgy in the new outfit she'd put on or just out-of-sorts.

"That's a different outfit," Trent remarked, coming into the room and looking her over before he headed to the closet to start getting ready for his own event.

Bree looked back over what she was wearing for the hundredth time. Skinny jeans with black boots that came up to her knees--not cowboy boots as she would normally wear--a bright purple blouse and a jean jacket. While she was used to wearing a jean jacket and boots on stage, these two pieces were not quite in her comfort zone. Not to mention, she usually wore a floral print dress in earth tones, nothing as revealing as the tight jeans.

She let out a small groan and asked, "Does it look bad?" Pulling down on the bottom of her jacket she turned a few more times. The personal stylist had suggested she make her come back in something a little different, to symbolize she had grown and evolved in her time away from music. Bree wasn't sure she trusted the woman's judgment now.

"No, you look great," Trent assured her, carrying the garment bag containing his new tuxedo out of the closet and laying it on the bed. "It's just different, that's all." "Different can be good," Bree reminded him as she twisted around to check out her backside again.

"It can be. Are you comfortable?"

"No," Bree said immediately, making him chuckle. "But I'll live."

Trent came over and wrapped his arms around her, and Bree relaxed into him. He kissed the top of her head. "You always look beautiful, Bree."

Leaning against his chest, her arms layered over his, she looked into his blue eyes, and a wave of sadness washed over her. "I'm so sorry I'm going to miss your event."

"I know. I'm so sorry I'm going to miss yours." He held her tighter. "It'll be all right, though. You're going to be amazing. Christy's coming to town just to watch, right?"

Bree nodded, brightening slightly at the mention of her high school friend. "Yes. I'm looking forward to seeing her. Of course, she's not even getting here until right before the show starts." Christy hadn't quite outgrown her partying ways like the rest of Bree's friends had after college.

"She said she'd record it for me, though, so I won't miss out, even though I can't be there."

"She will--as long as she stays sober and doesn't end up leaving with some guy."

Trent snickered. "True. That might happen." He spun Bree around so that she was looking into his eyes for real and not just his reflection. "I love you, Bree. You're going to have so much fun, once you get on that stage, you'll forget I'm not even there. Just pretend I am."

She couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah, I'll just pick some random dude in the audience and pretend he's you."

With a shrug, Trent said, "As bright as the lights are, you might not be able to tell the difference."

"Do you think he'll notice if I wink at him between songs the way I usually wink at you?"

His expression grew more serious. "This pretending better not go too far now, woman. You're my girl, after all."

Laughing, she reached up on her toes to kiss him, the high heel on the boot making it so she didn't have to stretch nearly as far as usual. His lips were warm and inviting, and she had to remind herself that she was supposed to meet the rest of her band in less than half an hour so that she didn't get carried away. "Don't worry, Trent. No one could ever take your place."

He smiled at her and brushed a lock of long, strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder. "And no one could ever take yours either. You look gorgeous, Bree. Stop worrying about your outfit. You could wear a potato sack and still look more beautiful than any other woman on the planet."

Even though they were engaged, he still knew how to bring a blush to her cheeks with his compliments. In the back of her mind, she secretly hoped that statement included Celia, but she'd convinced herself she didn't need to worry about Trent's coworker a long time ago--even if she was stunning, successful, and knew how to talk about accounting stuff Bree didn't even understand. "Thanks, Trent. Now put on that tux so I can remind myself why I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

A crooked grin lit his face as he stepped away. "You know, I'm used to you requesting I get undressed--not dressed."

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Bree replied. "You've gotta get undressed to get dressed, baby."

Trent chuckled as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the perfect abs and pecs Bree wrapped her arms around every night. She had to take a deep breath and a step back to keep from launching herself at him. They definitely didn't have time for that. Folding her hands behind her back, she concentrated on self-control and enjoying the show, knowing she could have exactly what she wanted as soon as they both returned from their events. Watching Trent slide his jeans down over his hips would definitely give her something to look forward to.