Warlord Tane, Miami Event Center, The Bachelor Ball
Warlord Tane, Miami Event Center, “Warlord Tane, may I present…” Chet Bosworth, with his sparkling teeth and puffed hair, paused to look at the card he held in his hand. “The lovely Miss Patricia Wentworth from New York.”
He shouted the announcement as if he were calling a horse race and was oh so excited to see who would finish first. I took the young lady’s hand in mine and tried not to look intimidating.
“A pleasure,” I repeated for the forty-seventh time. Leaning over, as I’d been instructed by Bahre’s beautiful mate, Quinn, I dutifully held the female’s small hand in mine and bowed at the waist. I believed meeting all the females currently in line was a waste of time. I knew, even before Patricia approached, that she was not mine.
