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Mitchell echoed his boss’s concern. “This is a disaster.”
    â€œBeyond disaster,” Leo said, sighing. “I could lose my job for this.”
    Marisol suddenly remembered Mr. Hammond telling her how he got his start shooting the runways in Paris. “I know someone who might be able to help you,” she told Leo. “He gave me his card.” She pulled it out of her purse.
    â€œOkay, I’m desperate. I’ll try anything,” Leo said, handing the card to Mitchell to call. “Let’s hope ‘Harold Hammond, Professional Photographer’ has no plans for the next week.”
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    There was only an hour left before the ship set sail, and Harold was still nowhere in sight.
    â€œAll ashore who are going ashore,” a crewman’s voice rang over the loudspeaker.
    â€œWhat could be taking him so long?” Leo asked anxiously.
    â€œMaybe he’s stuck in traffic,” Mitchell suggested. “Or maybe he needed a little nap.”
    Just then, they saw a gray-haired man in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt inching his way up the gangway. He was pulling a suitcase on wheels and carrying a large bag filled with cameras and lenses over his shoulder.
    â€œIt’s him! It’s him!” Leo said, relieved. He raced over to give the photographer a hand.
    â€œI made it,” Harold said, out of breath. “That was a close one!” He extended his hand to Leo to shake. “Thank you so much for the opportunity. It’s been ages since I had an assignment.”
    Leo tried not to let on how nervous he was. “Yes, well, thanks for coming. I hope you’re up to it.”
    â€œUp to it? This isn’t the first Ralph Warren runway show I’ve worked,” Harold boasted. “I shot his resort line at Paris Fashion Week in the nineteen eighties.”
    â€œOh, how lovely,” Mitchell muttered under his breath. “He hasn’t taken fashion photos in thirty years.”
    â€œI’m sure you’ll do a great job,” Leo said, patting Harold on the back.
    â€œWhere’s my assistant?” Harold asked, looking around.
    â€œAssistant? You didn’t mention anything about needing an assistant,” Mitchell replied.
    â€œA photographer always needs an assistant.”
    Mitchell was practically hyperventilating. “The ship is sailing in five minutes. Are we supposed to make an assistant magically appear out of thin air?”
    â€œMarisol will do just fine,” Harold replied.
    Leo looked stunned. “Marisol? My Marisol? My stepdaughter? You must be mistaken.”
    â€œNo, I’m not,” Harold insisted. “She showed me some of her work Friday night when the girls were at my house. I’d love to hire her for the cruise to assist me.”
    Leo shrugged. “I guess… I mean, if she wants to.”
    â€œI have a hunch she might,” Harold said, winking. “In the meantime, I do believe you mentioned a private cabin with a balcony and a chocoholics buffet.”
    He handed Mitchell his suitcase. “Lead the way!”

The ship was way larger than Jenna had ever imagined. “I got lost trying to find my way back from the elevator to my cabin,” she told her friends. “Those hallways are a mile long!”
    â€œDid you see all the restaurants? And the pool? And the waterslide?” Delaney gushed. “It’s like a floating city at sea.”
    â€œThere’s a basketball court, a shuffleboard deck, even a video arcade,” Sadie said, studying the map the cruise director had given her. “I don’t know what to do first!”
    â€œI do,” Kylie said. “I’m scouting out the galley—that’s ‘kitchen’ in ship-speak. Leo said the pirate party will be a huge event with fireworks and laser lights projected on a huge screen above the pool. And we have just a few days to prepare for it.”
    â€œDo we