“Miss Madison?” he said. “There’s a problem. The credit card for the cabana, bottle service, and spa packages has been frozen. It’s declining the $6,400 charge. We need another payment method, or your party must leave the VIP area.”
Madison whipped toward Ethan.
“Call your bank. Fix it.”
Ethan didn’t move.
“The bank didn’t block it,” he said. “I canceled the card thirty minutes ago.”
Madison stared at him.
“What? Why would you do that?”
“Because of this.”
He held up his phone and pressed play.
Madison’s voice rang out clearly:
“I had to invite her. Ethan is paying for everything… She’s huge right now… Fifty bucks says she claims she has a migraine…”
Then Paige’s voice:
“If she shows up, we’ll put her in the back. She’s way too big for a swimsuit around us.”
Silence fell over the VIP patio.
Madison’s face twisted with panic.
“You recorded me? That was private!”
“No,” Ethan said. “That was a deliberate plan to hum!liate my wife on a trip I was funding. You wanted an audience. Now you have one.”
Madison looked at me, but there was no apology in her eyes.
“So you’re canceling my bachelorette party over a joke?” she snapped. “You’re choosing her over your own sister?”
“I’m choosing my wife over your cruelty,” Ethan said.
