“Come on, princess; you got it,” Roman says with a wink.
Liam taps his head. “No, we are not rooting for them, Roman.”
I lift my finger.
“One word!” Tillie shouts.
I nod and move my hand, forming a reel and a camera.
“A movie,” Tessa says.
I point to Tessa and nod.
How the hell am I going to do this? First, I stand with my hand stretching behind me.
“What the hell is she doing?” Elizabeth asks.
I put up my hands, telling them to wait. I drop on the chair and, with my hand on my head, point to my neck.
“Maybe it’s a dog?” Roman says, and the men chuckle. I get up, cupping my hands together, and move from left to right.
“A boat?” Tillie says.
I jump and nod. I tap my cheek up. I move my hands like I am swimming.
“Maybe it’s a pig,” Cliff taunts.
“Shut up!” Tillie screams.
Tessa scratches her neck. “Why is she swimming if she is on a boat?”
I look at the timer, and I realize we may lose because of me.
I drop to the floor with my hands up in the air.
“That’s it, gentlemen. We are back in the lead,” Liam teases.
I close my eyes. I pop my head up and look at Tillie, and it’s like we have a mind-reading moment.
She claps her hands and points. “It’s fuckingTitanic.”
I pop off the floor screaming, my arms in the air, and so does Tillie. We dance around in a circle, celebrating.
“No freaking way,” Liam says.
Roman comes to me and kisses my head. “Well done, princess, but you are about to go down.” I walk to the drinking cart to get myself a rum punch and maybe some snacks.
Tessa follows me.
“Would you like a glass?” I ask as she watches Roman act out his clue.
“Yes, please.”
I add ice to both crystal glasses and pour the golden liquid over it.
Laughter erupts as Roman begins to gallop around the carpet. Poor Liam and Cliff are clueless.
“It’s a pig!” Tillie shouts as she rolls on the carpet laughing.
