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Summary: Before the plane crash, Karl left Bree with one last surprise. She's shocked by the news.
Seventy-six year old Bree Mason smiled as she watched her daughter laugh at a joke being told by Andrew. By this time tomorrow afternoon, her youngest daughter would be a married woman. Bree couldn’t believe it. Carly was growing up so fast.
Raising her daughter by herself had presented some challenges, but they had been okay. Carly had grown up around a lot of people who loved her. Mike, Carlos, and Tom tried to do all the things with her that Karl would have wanted to do.
“Mom, what are you thinking about?” Andrew questioned. He was walking Carly down the aisle tomorrow. It wasn’t a surprise, considering he had always spoiled his younger sister.
“Nothing. Just thinking that Karl would want to be here,” Bree murmured. She missed Karl sometimes. She had been in one relationship after Karl’s death. Bree had met Nathan Lowrea when Carly was three. The relationship had only lasted for a year. Nobody compared to Karl in her eyes. He had been the love of her life.
“Mom, I know he’s proud of Carly. He’ll be watching tomorrow.” Andrew was sure of that. Karl would have adored Carly.
Bree got up from her chair and walked over to Carly. “Hey, Mom. How are you doing?” Carly worried about her mother. She couldn’t help it.
“I’m good. How are you?” Bree was thrilled that her daughter was going to get married tomorrow. She couldn’t wait for more grandchildren. Andrew and Danielle had given her five, but Bree wouldn’t mind more.
“Great. Nervous, though.” Carly couldn’t wait to marry Jack, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t terrified. Her whole life was about to change.
“Completely understandable,” commented matron-of-honor Julie as she walked past her half-sister and Bree.
“Your nerves will be even worse tomorrow,” warned Danielle from her seat. She was just finishing up eating.
“Your dad would be so proud of you, Caroline.” Bree hugged her youngest daughter and kissed the top of her head.
Carly smiled tearfully. “Thanks, Mom. I wish Daddy could be here.” She had never met her father, but Carly wished he had survived. He seemed like a great man, despite his flaws.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow!” squealed recently arrived guest and bridesmaid, Peyton Scavo.
“Me neither!’ Carly squealed back. She went off with her best friend to have a conversation. Bree laughed and went back to her seat.
“It’s so hard to believe. The youngest kid in the group is finally getting married,” Lynette commented. The entire group had pitched in to help Bree raise Carly, and they thought of her as their own.
“I’m happy for her,” Tom said. He couldn’t wait to watch her get married.
“You got completely overprotective when Carly announced her engagement,” Gaby pointed out. She didn’t mention that she had cried upon hearing the news.
“That’s true, but I didn’t want it getting out,” Tom hissed. Lynette stifled a laugh.
The next morning, Carly and Bree went to go visit Karl at the cemetery. It was a tradition before something important happened. Bree loved taking Carly with her.
“Hi, Daddy. I’m getting married today. I wish you could be here. You would have really liked Jack. I’m sorry you can’t walk me down the aisle. I’ll be by to visit you again soon. I love you, Daddy.” Carly tearfully smiled at the gravestone and walked away with her mother.
Karl Mayer had given her Carly, and Bree would always be grateful to him for that. Carly was Karl’s last surprise, and Bree would love him for that forever.
Bree and Karl had been soul mates, and together, they had created an amazing woman.