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poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down next to Marisol at the kitchen table. “I’m planning on lounging by the pool a lot.”
    â€œUh-huh,” Marisol said, distracted. She was on her laptop again.
    â€œDid you hear a word I said?” Jenna asked, annoyed. She hated when her sister tuned her out.
    â€œWhat?” Marisol said, finally looking up.
    â€œWhat are you so busy with anyway?” Jenna asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen.
    This time, Marisol didn’t slam it shut. “Can you keep a secret? A big one?” she asked her youngest sister.
    Jenna gulped. She remembered what Lexi had said about her not being a great secret keeper. “I can try,” she said.
    â€œNo, you have to pinkie swear you will tell no one,” Marisol insisted. She held up her pinkie.
    â€œOkay, okay, I pinkie swear,” Jenna said, linking their little fingers together. “What’s the huge secret?”
    Marisol sighed. “Well, you know how Mami always talks about me being a doctor one day,” she began.
    â€œIt’s ’cause you’re supersmart,” Jenna replied. “You’d make a great doctor.”
    â€œTrue,” Marisol joked. “I am brilliant. But I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I couldn’t sleep last night after I talked to that photographer, Mr. Hammond.” She turned her computer screen around to face Jenna. On it was an application for a photography scholarship to the Los Angeles Film School—the school Mr. Hammond had told her about.
    â€œLos Angeles? You want to go to college in California?” Jenna exclaimed.
    â€œShhh!” Marisol hushed her. “Do you want to wake up Mami and Leo?”
    â€œMami is going to freak,” Jenna insisted. “What happened to going to Stamford or Wesleyan, not somewhere so far from Connecticut?”
    â€œI think I’m going to apply for a scholarship,” Marisol said quietly. “Mr. Hammond says my photos are really good.” She clicked on a picture on her desktop that showed shadows dancing across the grass in their backyard.
    â€œWow,” Jenna said. “That is good.”
    â€œSo do I apply for the scholarship…or not?”
    Jenna had no idea what to advise her sister—it was usually Marisol’s job to advise her . But she was honored that Marisol had asked her opinion, so she wanted to give it a lot of thought. On one hand, she was all for following your dreams wherever they took you. But on the other hand, she knew the news of Marisol moving across the country—and not becoming the first doctor in the Medina family—would upset her mother terribly.
    â€œ No sé ,” Jenna replied. “I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a really tough decision.”
    Marisol nodded. “I know. I’ve been so torn that I haven’t even packed yet for the cruise.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” Jenna said. “I’m sure Gabby hasn’t put a single bikini in her bag yet. I better go wake her up.”
    Marisol went back to reading up on the Los Angeles Film School’s photography curriculum. “Thanks,” she told Jenna.
    â€œFor what?” Jenna asked. “I didn’t do anything.”
    â€œYou listened,” Marisol replied. “And you didn’t judge.”
    â€œFollow sus sueños ,” Jenna told her sister finally. “Follow your dreams. Like you said last night in the car, you need to do something that makes you feel excited. If film school is what you want, I think you should do it. Mami will understand. She wants you to be happy.”
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    When Jenna knocked on her other sister’s bedroom door, all she heard was snoring coming from inside. “Gab, time to rise and shine,” she called. “Only twenty-four hours till cruise time.”
    There was no response—not even Gabby’s usual “Get out! Leave me