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on Victoria. When I mention Leo’s suggestion about the flowers in her hair, Vicky flips out.
    “Oh my God!” she squeals. “That would be PERFECT! That would be SO PERFECT! Carolina, could we do that, really?”
    “Of course we can, darling,” Carolina says, patting Vicky on the head. “Right, Kathy?”
    Mom nods wearily from her spot in the other armchair. This kind of excursion tends to tire her out. I don’t know if it’s the yelling, the primping, or the full-on attention her daughters demand while they’re in the spotlight, but shealways has to take a long nap whenever we get home from a wedding-related outing.
    “Oh, and Victoria,” Carolina says, “I thought perhaps next Sunday we could work on the favors and the place cards. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
    “Sure,” Vicky says. “Sofia probably has to study for finals, but Jack can help us.”
    Awesome. Another Sunday lost to wedding prep. I do believe I used to have friends and go out on weekends, but that was in the long-distant past. No, I’m kidding; I do still have friends—Rose, Kim, Mark, and Juanita—but as soon as school is over, they’re all going off on exciting summer adventures, like working in theme parks and interning at fashion magazines and stuff, while I get to stay here, serving ice cream and being a part of not only one, but two crazy sisters’ weddings. Thank goodness Sofia will be home all summer, too, getting ready for grad school in the fall.
    “Don’t worry, girls,” Carolina says. “I’ll have my son Leo help us. He’s a hard worker—we’llbe done in no time.”
    Hmmmm. Things are looking up. I mean, vow or no vow, I can still enjoy his company, right? How bad could anything be, with handsome scenery like that around?
    Maybe this summer won’t be so terrible after all.

Chapter Four
    Sofia goes back to school on Sunday night, so I’m stuck listening to Mom and Dad and Paris fighting for the rest of the week. As you can imagine, it’s a great environment for studying for finals. But at least I have a good excuse to stay in my room and keep my head down. The last thing I want to do is get involved in this argument.
    Tuesday night, Paris storms into my room, slams the door, and throws herself dramatically down on the bed.
    “My GOD,” she announces. “I’m SO GLAD that at least you and Sofia are on my side.”
    I really don’t know how I ended up on Paris’s“side” of anything. I would have considered that impossible by definition, since normally Paris is a side unto herself.
    “So what are you doing on Saturday?” Paris demands. “We have to find a place for the wedding.”
    “Oh—well, actually—”
    “I definitely want a beach wedding,” she barrels on, “so we should do some research online. Try the Wedding Channel. Or The Knot.” She waves imperiously at my computer.
    “Right now?”
    “Of course right now! We only have three months! There’s no time for goofing around, Jack!”
    “Well, I sort of have studying to do—there’s a paper due on Friday.”
    “Jack, please,” Paris says, sitting up. “There will always be papers due, but I am only getting married once in your lifetime .”
    Ha. Ask me why I find this hard to believe.
    “And you’re my bridesmaid ,” Paris wheedles, “and this is my special day. Come on, pleaseplease please? I swear it’ll be fun.”
    It is not fun. Paris decides that I’m not clicking on things fast enough, so she shoves me out of my own chair and monopolizes my computer for the next two hours. There is no need for this, believe me. We have two other computers with Internet access: one in my parents’ study and one in the den for family use. I wonder briefly if I can sneak out and use one of them, and whether Paris will even notice if I’m not here, but the first page of my paper is saved on my computer, and there’s no way I’ll be able to recreate that brilliance again.
    Besides, Paris keeps whipping around going, “Oh my GOD! What do you think