Morris gets to his feet, "If this is why you called me here, then Aisha and I don't need to stay here and bear this insult."
Before he can say anything else, the woman sitting next to his father giggles, a sound that suits her, given her girlish looks, "Don't be a party pooper, Morris. Your father is good friends with Eve's father. Of course, he would want a union between your two families. And Eve really is such a suitable match for you. However, we also don't want to be rude to your little guest."
The way she refers to me has my hackles rising. However, when she turns to me, her smile bright, I wonder if she really meant it as an insult or if that's just how she talks.
"I'm Ellie, Aisha. Don't mind, Chris. He's been pushing for Eve and Morris to get together, but you know how boys are
