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    “You must be Dr. Steve,” Tricia said with an outstretched hand that happened to have a perfect French manicure.
    “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, miss,” Dr. Steve said as he shook Tricia’s hand. “We are so thrilled to have you at Camp Walla Walla as we put together our very first Green Festival.”
    “Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Tricia said, her hazel eyes glittering. “And thanks for picking us up at the train station. I would have come in a car, but I get really bad motion sickness.”
    “Not a problem at all,” Dr. Steve reassured her. “Tricia, I’d like you to meet Natalie Goode. She’s one of our most popular campers. And you two have something in common. You both have famous fathers. Natalie’s dad is Tad Maxwell. The movie star.”
    Natalie felt her heart sink. One of the most popular campers?Her dad is a movie star? She must sound like a total loser to Tricia! She was more popular than Natalie would ever be and her dad was president .
    “Hey there,” Tricia said with a friendly wave. “I’ve seen one of your dad’s movies. It was pretty good.”
    “Thanks,” Natalie stammered. All her worries about looking like a loser in front of Tricia disappeared. The whole “daughter of a famous actor” thing made Natalie think she could never be starstruck, but it turned out she was wrong! Natalie could see why Chelsea idolized Tricia so much. She’d only known her for less than a minute and she was already charmed by her sweet manner and cute style.
    Dr. Steve noticed that Natalie was nervous, so he quickly jumped in. “Natalie is going to make sure you have a wonderful stay with us. She knows the camp inside and out, and she can help introduce you to the rest of the Walla Walla community.”
    “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Natalie,” replied Tricia. “Thanks.”
    “No problem at all,” Natalie said with a grin. She was finally beginning to loosen up. “I think you’re really going to like camp, Tricia.”
    “And who might you fellas be?” Dr. Steve glanced in the direction of the Secret Service guys and gave them a friendly smile.
    The men’s serious facial expressions did not change one bit, but the tallest, skinniest one stepped forward and spoke.
    “My name is Wharton.” He pointed to the man on his left, who was shorter and rounder. “That’s Jones.” Then he pointed to the man on his right, who had a young face and freckles on his cheeks. “And that’s Shepard.”
    “Well, ah, are you folks going to be, um, staying at camp?” Dr. Steve asked, clearly intimidated by Tricia’s beefed-up bodyguards.
    Natalie hoped that they wouldn’t—they were kind of creeping her out at the moment.
    “We’re staying at a nearby motel and taking shifts so that Miss Tricia will be under constant surveillance. Is that acceptable?” Wharton asked.
    Dr. Steve nodded. “Of course, that’s fine. The camp has an extra car that you can use to travel back and forth.”
    A shrill bark from inside Tricia’s pink animal carrier interrupted the conversation.
    “I think Paris wants to be a security guard, too,” Tricia cooed into her pink pet carrier. “Isn’t that right, poochie?”
    “Aw, she’s so cute,” Natalie said as she peered into the carrier’s mesh window and spied Tricia’s adorable dog panting away.
    “Actually, she’s barking because she’s a bit claustrophobic,” Tricia explained. “But she’ll be fine as soon as I get her out of this thing.”
    “Umm . . . I’m sorry, Tricia, but we don’t allow pets at camp,” Dr. Steve said with a frown.
    “Oh, no. Really?” Tricia’s smile dropped.
    Natalie couldn’t stand the disappointment on Tricia’s face. She didn’t want anything to prevent her from having an amazing experience at camp. Suddenly a great idea popped into her head.
    “Wait, Dr. Steve. What if we kept Paris in the nature hut? I’m sure she’d get along with the animals there. And that way Tricia can visit her whenever she