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to him about at the bar?”
    They laughed at her and surrounded her, hugging her and kissing her face. “Don’t you worry about it little Prima. We were just welcoming him to the family.”
    She looked up at each of them. “You be nice to him. I love him.”
    They laughed and nodded, and walked away from her. Selena came up to her and hugged her tightly. “He’s so gorgeous! You are a lucky girl.” She kissed her cheek and bounded off to help clear the table and go back up to the other staff at the front of the restaurant.
    Isabella took an armful of dishes back into the prep room just off of the kitchen and found Marisol slicing fruit at the counter. She walked up to her sister and hugged her around the waist from the back, laying her head on her sister’s back.
    “Mari, aren’t you happy for me? Don’t you like him?” she asked quietly.
    Marisol continued to slice and chop. “I don’t trust him.”
    Isabella pouted and let go of her sister, pulling a lemon meringue pie from the refrigerator and setting it on the counter. “Why not? You haven’t even met him until today.”
    Marisol pushed the strawberries off of the cutting board and started slicing bananas. “That’s the first red flag right there. You’ve been dating him for three months and this is the first we see of him? Today? He was hiding. I don’t trust him.”
    Isabella scowled and sliced a big piece of the pie, placing it on a plate. “He’s been busy. He told you that. I asked him to come with me to tell my family that we were engaged and he did. He’s a good man, Mari.”
    Marisol sliced harder and faster. “He should have already been coming here. He should have known Mama and Papa and he should have asked for permission to marry you, not being a sneak and going behind everyone’s back. That’s not right.”
    “Mari! Can’t you be a little understanding? He’s been busy! He’s running an election and he hasn’t had time to come with me to visit here. He’s going to be my husband, Mari, he’s going to be your brother! You could show a little more love!” Isabella pulled chocolate syrup from the refrigerator and proceeded to cover the lemon meringue pie in it.
    Marisol gritted her teeth and then started chopping a coconut. “That’s just the thing, Isabella, here it is only three months along, and no one has met him yet and all of a sudden he wants to marry you! Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that? Aren’t you the least bit suspicious?”
    Isabella shot her sister an irritated look. “Suspicious of what? He loves me and he wants to marry me!”
    Marisol turned and glared at Isabella. “Suspicious that he doesn’t really love you! Suspicious that he’s using you! You’re Puerto Rican, he’s white, he’s running for office and maybe it makes him look good to be with a brown girl! Who ever heard of getting engaged after only three months? Nobody in our family knows anything about him at all and all of a sudden here he is and we are supposed to just take him in and accept him?”
    Isabella had heard enough. “He loves me and he wants to be with me! Why can’t you just accept that I’m happy and leave it at that?”
    Her sister shot her a harsh glare and raised her voice. “Because I have loved you all of your life and he’s only known you three months! I want what’s best for you and I don’t think he is what’s best for you!”
    “You’re just jealous!” Isabella shot back weakly.
    Marisol shook her head at her, walked over to her and picked up the pie that Isabella had just doused in chocolate syrup and smothered it on her sister’s face. Isabella stood there in complete shock, her face dripping with lemon, chocolate and meringue.
    “I can’t believe you just did that!” she said in a low tone, reaching for the bananas that Marisol had just cut.
    She grabbed two handfuls of them and smashed them in Marisol’s face, and after that, the fight was on. Any kind of food that either one of them