Chapter 32
Captain Kendra’s Log: The Bride Card is a delicate item.
“Skipper Ken to the stage, please!” True’s voice echoed around the restaurant. “Skipper Ken - it’s your turn to sing!”
I stood in a throng of women a little gone on the Mangrove Mead. I shook my head and waved her off. “No! I’m not singing!”
“Kendra! Duet! C’mon!” True implored into the microphone. “You pick!”
Boots nudged me in the back as he walked through the crowd. “Better go, sis. This crowd will get ugly if you don’t!”
“Not you, too!” I whined. The cheeky squirrel grinned at me as he set shots on a table.
I had no idea who all these women were. I wasn’t even sure if they were here for the bachelorette party or heard it was Ladies’ Night at The Horny Toad.
Either way, the place smelled like Bath and Body Works threw up all over the place.
“Ken-dra, Ken-dra!” True chanted into the mic.
The crowd picked up the chant until I caved.
“Fine!” I said and tried to find a path to the stage. One woman flipped her hair and caught me right in the eye with a strand. I clapped my hand over my eye. Ow!
When I got to the stage, my eye burned, but unfortunately, I could see well enough to know that True had chosen our song.
“No. I’m not singing that.”
“Please? Pretty please!” True held her hands in prayer mode and gave me a sad puppy dog look.
“No way.”
“I’m having so much fun, and this song will make it that much better!”
“Still no.”
“I didn’t want to do this.” True batted her eyelashes at me, then reached inside her jeans pocket and pulled out a playing card. She slapped it into my hand. “Bride Card.”
“Dang it.”
The Bride Card was a wild card that meant anyone in the bridal - or groom’s - party had to give the bride-to-be what she wanted. But, once it was used, the wild card benefits were transferred to the cardholder. Now, I had a wild card.
But I couldn’t Uno Reverse The Bride Card, or we’d be here all night. That meant I had to sing her song. “Hand me a microphone.”