![]() “That’s probably your grandmother,” Mom said to me. My head feels like it’s full of spaghetti today.” “Actually, Mia’s the one who went to beach,” Alexis answered politely. “Alexis, how was your trip to the shore?” She looked tired, but I thought maybe it was because she had patients all morning. She has brown hair, like me, but hers is curly, and today it was all messy. “I think the enchiladas are getting cold.” “Then let’s start eating so you can find out,” I suggested. And I bet they taste as good as they look.” She has even modeled the bridesmaids dresses at the bridal shop too. We make mini cupcakes that they give to their customers, and the only requirement is that the frosting has to be white. One of the Cupcake Club’s biggest clients is the The Special Day bridal shop. “Emma, I thought they might be good for the bridal shop.” My abuela makes a tres leches cake when somebody has a birthday.” “We had Mexican day in cooking camp, and I learned how to do all this stuff,” I said. “Katie, this looks amazingly fantastic!” Mia said. My friends gasped, and I felt really proud. Laid out on the table was a bowl of bright green guacamole, a platter of enchiladas with red sauce on top, homemade tortilla chips, a pitcher of fresh lemonade, and a plate of tiny cupcakes, each one topped with a dollop of whipped cream and sprinkled with cinnamon. Plus, they reminded me of the colors of Mexico, and it matched all the food I had made.) (Mom says she needs to wear sunglasses to eat when we use it, but I love the bright colors. I had covered the kitchen table with my favorite tablecloth, a yellow one with orange and red flowers with green leaves. My cooking camp experience had inspired me to surprise my friends for our Cupcake Club meeting. “The beach house was nice, and we got to play a lot of volleyball. Eddie and Dan are Mia’s stepdad and stepbrother, respectively. “So how was your first vacation with your mom, Eddie, and Dan?” Alexis asked. “Mia! I missed you!” Emma cried, giving Mia a hug. Oh, and I painted each of my toenails a different color when I was bored. ![]() And I might as well tell you what I was wearing: a yellow T-shirt from my cooking camp signed by all the kids who went there, ripped jeans with iron-on patches, and bare feet, because I was in my house, after all. She wore a pink sundress with tiny white flowers on it and pink flip-flops to match her dress.Īlexis had her curly red hair pulled back in a scrunchie, and she wore a light blue tennis shirt and jean shorts with white sneakers. Pink is her favorite color, and I don’t blame her, because pink looks really nice on you when you have blond hair and blue eyes like Emma does. Emma is a real “girlie girl,” although I don’t mean that in a bad way, it just describes Emma really well. It was Emma and Alexis, and what they were wearing proved my point. I don’t know if you could create one T-shirt we would all be happy wearing on a semiregular basis.” “Well, I know we all wore matching sweatshirts when we won our first baking contest,” I said. We all like to bake cupcakes, but when it comes to fashion, the members of the Cupcake Club don’t have much in common. “I was thinking maybe I could make T-shirts for the Cupcake Club, for when we go on jobs. One of the counselors there was totally into fashion, and she showed me how do this computer thing where you can turn your drawing into a T-shirt design.” “Hey, I just noticed your shirt!” I said. She was wearing white shorts and a white tank top with a picture of a pink cupcake on it. She might have gotten a little bit tanner from her long weekend at the beach. Mia looked pretty much the same, with her straight black hair and dark eyes. I almost didn’t recognize you!”Īctually, I was kidding. “Yes,” I told her, “but it felt like you were gone forever. You were trying out new recipes with the techniques you learned at cooking camp, weren’t you?” “But you couldn’t have missed me too much. Then I dramatically put my hand over my heart. “That is four days, ninety-six hours, or five thousand, seven hundred, and sixty minutes,” I said. “Katie, I was only gone for, like, four days,” she said. Mia! Is it really you? I haven’t seen you in a gazillion years!” I cried, hugging my friend. ![]() CHAPTER 1 You Are Not Going to Believe This!
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