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wants.”
    Tricia’s eyes lit up. “Paris is such a good dog. I promise she won’t be any trouble.”
    “Sounds like the perfect solution,” Dr. Steve said. “See? I knew you two would get along.”
    “Thanks so much,” Tricia replied, and grinned at Natalie.
    “Well, let’s get going, then,” Dr. Steve said, checking his watch. “Our hybrid is over in the parking garage. Follow me!”
    When Dr. Steve walked ahead, Tricia whipped around and shook out her limbs as if she’d been cooped up like her dog. Then she began loudly chewing a piece of gum, which she must have been hiding under her tongue for their entire conversation.
    “Hey, Nat,” Tricia called out through a couple of chomps. “Could you, like, get me some snacks from the vending machine before we hit the road? My blood sugar is, like, totally bottoming out or something,” Tricia added. “I’ll have my peeps pay for it.”
    While Shepard began digging through his pockets for some change, Natalie did a double take. Was this the same well-spoken girl she’d been introduced to a couple minutes ago?
    “Um, sure,” Natalie said, completely stunned.
    “She likes Skittles and Snickers,” Shepard said before laying a few dollar bills in Natalie’s hand.
    “Thanks! You’re the bestest!” Tricia shouted as she skipped off behind Dr. Steve, leaving Natalie in her dust.

chapter FIVE
    “Natalie just called the front office from Dr. Steve’s cell. They’re only minutes away!” Chelsea shouted through two cupped hands.
    Earlier that day, Chelsea and her bunkmates had decided to hold a surprise party for Tricia. It was the least they could do for the girl who had been described in last month’s Teen Vogue as “an inspiring young member of American royalty.”
    At first, Chelsea had been in charge of cookie making, but after an hour of prep work, she had taken over the entire production. Chelsea wanted everything to be perfect for Tricia’s arrival. Making a good impression was really important to her.
    “How are the banners coming along?” Chelsea asked Priya and Brynn.
    They held up a long piece of parchment paper with brightly colored letters that spelled out WALLA WALLA TRICIA!
    It was obvious that Priya was proud of her work by the size of the grin on her face. “I think it’s awesome.”
    Chelsea looked on with approval. “I just love the glitter. That really makes a statement.”
    “It was such a smart idea. Thanks, Chelse,” Brynn said.
    “That’s what I’m here for,” Chelsea replied. “What about the gift bag?”
    Sarah and Joanna scurried over to Chelsea holding a large wicker basket filled to the brim with goodies.
    “There’s a ton of cool stuff in here,” Joanna said. “Like a Camp Walla Walla baby tee that’s made out of hemp and some strawberry flavored Burt’s Bees lip gloss.”
    “My mom sent me books off of my Amazon wish list, so I included a few beach reads she might like,” added Sarah.
    “Fantastic!” Chelsea was so pleased with how well everyone had worked together. She and her friends made such an amazing team. Tricia was sure to be blown away by this stellar greeting.
    “Last item on the agenda is treats,” Chelsea said with anticipation. She had skipped breakfast in order to get ready for the party, so she was pretty hungry.
    Sloan and Jenna each held out a tray stacked high with delectable baked goods. The aroma of cookies and brownies wafted through the tent, making the air smell sweet.
    “Jasmine supervised us in the kitchen,” Sloan explained. “And everything is made completely with organic ingredients. I did the double chocolate chip cookies and the Rice Krispies treats.”
    Chelsea took a sample tasting of each, savoring every delicious morsel on her tongue. “Wow, you really outdid yourself, Sloan!”
    “Thanks,” she replied.
    Chelsea took a close look at what was on Jenna’s baking pan and wrinkled her nose in dismay. “What’s this supposed to be?”
    “Banana nut bread,”