Wysdom stops talking and looks at the woman sitting between us. Camellia is red in the face.
“Excuse me,” Camellia throws down her napkin and stalks out of the dining room.
I stand to go after her, but Luis holds up her hand. “It’s alright. I’ll take care of this one.”
Camellia’s father heads after her.
I take a deep breath and look at Wysdom. “Well, this has been fun.”
Wysdom studies me like I’m a bug underneath a microscope.
“What?”
“Mi Amor,” Luke warns.
“What?” I ask again, this time in Luke’s direction.
Rand, the blond Dr. Who fan, turns to Flint. “You’re right. This is fun. I like being on this side of the table for once.”
“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” I look back at Wysdom.
“She’s about to ship you,” Faylor answers, laughing.
“Shit me?”
“You said a bad word!” Ruston points at me.
“No SHIP - relationSHIP. It’s where we mash your names together to give you a couple name,” Faylor rolls her eyes. “Your best bet is to go with it.”
“Um…”
Faylor turns to Wysdom. “Were you thinking first or last names on this one?”
“Ooh, how about CamRon?” Celia offers.
“That sounds too much like a real name,” Carolina grabs the breadbasket and plucks out a roll. “How about Carce?”
“Good idea,” Rand takes the basket from his wife. “TooGame of Thronesfor my taste, though.”
“What is happening?” I look to anyone for help.
Dixon and Kate laugh and whisper to each other.
Deuce offers me a platter of ham. “You’ve met my daughter, right? She’s stubborn with a capital S. Once she gets her mind set on something, it’s hard to get her off of it.”
“How about Searce?” Faylor glances at Wysdom. “Combining the last names?”
Wysdom has been nodding at all the suggestions but suddenly snaps her fingers. “Amellia!”
“Oooh, a twist,” Flint piles mashed potatoes on his plate. “I like it.”
“Hashtag Awesome Amellia,” Faylor offers.
“Well done,” Wysdom beams. “I’m so proud of you right now! You’re a natural.”
“Um, excuse me,” I raise my hand. “Amellia?”
“Aaron plus Camellia,” Wysdom narrows her eyes at me like I’m an idiot. “Hence, Amellia.”
“MaybePearcedoesn’t want to be shipped,Mi Amor,” Luke glares at me.
“And the Sabervention begins,” Flint rubs his hands together.
I don’t know what a Sabervention is, but I can tell by the look on everyone’s faces I’m not going to like it. Not one little bit.
