16. The Wedding Planner's Brew

I found myself in a bit of a pickle, utterly flabbergasted by how my encounter with Carla had unfolded. It felt like I had been slapped by a wet fish of disappointment, and I needed to fish for a brilliant idea to stop this wedding. The fate of my tribe hung in the balance, and I yearned for my father's approval as if it were the golden ticket to the chocolate factory of my dreams. Tomorrow's rehearsal dinner was looming large on the horizon, like a comet about to crash into my life, and I was stuck here contemplating like a potato. If I couldn't cook up a plan to stop this matrimonial mishap, I'd be toast. My tribe needed me, and I couldn't let them down, not when I was so close to proving myself to my father. So, I did what any rational person would do in my predicament: I turned on the dramatic music, donned a metaphorical detective's hat, and got ready to face this impending weddingzilla head-on. Well not exactly but you get the picture, right? The clock was ticking, and I needed