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She never told Lupe that she knew. But Carson couldn’t forget the night she overheard Lupe and Theo.
“Can we make these next Tíalu?”
“Those are only for weddings.”
It became Carson’s only plan. If she and Lupe ever got married, she’d surprise her.
So she didn’t object when Lupe insisted they couldn’t sleep together the night before the wedding because “Abuela thought it was bad luck.”
But she wasn’t expecting the kitchen to be occupied when she got downstairs stupidly early that morning. Just in time to see Lupe pulling a tray of mole cookies out of the oven.
