Chapter 34 Later that evening, in the back room of the Three Blind Mice Tavern, I raised my beer mug in salute. A splash of white foam dribbled down the side. “A toast. To the groom.” “To the groom.” My fellow bachelor party compatriots, four in all, raised their own glasses with a loud “hear, hear.” I took a long drink, hoping to drown this charade in enough beer to forget the rest of the night. So far, it wasn’t working. Prince Charming lifted his glass filled with a frothy pink mixture, and a little sloshed over the side, leaving a pink stain on Charming’s manicured nails. “Thank you all for coming.” He glanced around the small table and smiled. “This means so much to me. To have you all here. My dear friends. When I think of all we’ve meant to each other ...” Friends? Not so much. Hell, the only person here who actually liked Charming was Charming. And maybe Bruce, the sheriff. Well, the king too, but he didn’t really count. After all, I bribed him with a turkey leg to join the festivities.
