Camilla Collins is one of those people who goes by their full name.
“Camilla Collins,” she says with a firm handshake. She smooths down the slick fuchsia of her dress. (”I took a seminar, super informative.”)
They stand off to the side at the Samwell Golf Course Clubhouse, near the windows. Bleaching mid-day sun shines off Jack’s hair. Their conversation starts stilted, but soon intermingles with the room’s chatter.