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over to my table.
    The picture isn’t very good, but I send it to Kendra Mack anyway.
    Not bad, not bad. Are you going to talk to them? she texts back.
    No way. Not in front of my grandparents, anyway.
    Oh yeah. They grossing you out yet?
    Since they’ve brought us to such a knockout place, and really haven’t been that bad so far, except for the strawberry patch gooeyness, I don’t want to talk bad about Howie and Nono.
    No vomiting yet. Now, my stepcousin, on the other hand . . .
    I can imagine.
    Kendra Mack knows all about Lana—at least the annoying parts. Lana’s utter cluelessness delighted the whole lunch table when I told them about her after the wedding, so I amped up her dorkiness and all the questions she kept asking. (Though of course I skipped over the ones about me and the wish-it-happened kiss with Cory Baxter.) I also left out how I got in trouble, and Lana’s dead-on impression of the crazy, champagne-silly great-aunt who kept pulling everyone onto the dance floor.
    Yeah, well. I’m stuck for now, I guess , I type. So glad we’ll be able to celebrate my freedom at your party!
    Another text comes in while I’m typing: one from Izzy Gathing. It’s a thrill and a surprise, since Izzy Gathing is second-best friends with Kendra Mack. (Cheyenne Taylor is first, and Neftali Manji is third, which means I’m fourth if you don’t count Gates Morrill.) Even after all my timeat the lunch table, Izzy Gathing has never gotten super friendly with me, so to hear from her now almost makes me squeal.
    KM is finalizing invitations and wants to know if there’s anyone else you think she should invite?
    That Izzy’s asking me is too exciting to question. I make a couple of safe suggestions—people I’m pretty sure Kendra Mack’s already invited but that will be cool and thoughtful for me to mention. I wish I could throw in Cory Baxter’s name casually, but if I’m not telling Kendra Mack about him yet, I’m certainly not telling Izzy Gathing.
    While I’m doing that, another text comes in from Kendra Mack: Cheyenne Taylor’s here, so I have to go. We’re planning outfits. Have you thought about what you’re wearing?
    While I finish typing to Izzy Gathing, and start replying to Kendra Mack, I see Lana coming my way. Probably sent over by Nono.
    I’m going shopping this week too! I lie. Souvenir shops are probably the closest thing to a mall I’ll see all week, even though shopping used to be one of Nono’s and my favorite things. Before Howie and Lana came along.
    I catch Kendra Mack’s last message right as Lana reaches my table: Awesome. Send more pics! ;)
    Lana is clearly not happy to have been sent on thismission. “Grandpa Howe wants to know if you’re ready for your poolside beverage, since you’re not coming over.”
    “I was just finishing up,” I say, lifting my hair to let it spill down over my shoulder in a way I know looks regal.
    “Okay, well. I’m going over to the cabana to order.”
    I put my phone away and sneak a glance at the boys’ side of the pool. They’re definitely looking over here now.
    “I’ll go with you,” I say, smiling wide and letting Lana go ahead. It’s a trick Cheyenne Taylor does, to make sure any boys watching will see her walking away.

Chapter Seven

Lana
    W hen Cassie finally puts her phone back, I notice that her cute little beaded bag matches her swimsuit in the most perfect way. I want to ask her where she got it, but Rule Number One: No Annoying Questions is sticking in my head, so I say nothing. At the cabana, the guy behind the bar asks us what he can do for us, and Cassie pores over the menu with this look on her face that I guess she thinks is aloof, but I already studied the drinks list while Grandpa Howe and Grandma Tess were ordering theirs, so I’m ready.
    “Kids’ Banana Colada, please,” I say, smiling as nice as I can.
    Cassie tosses her hair and acts like she can’t decide.“What do you think is best?” she asks the guy serving