Our first day together on the boat, Christian asked how long it’d been since I’d been sailing, and that was it. My last time on the open sea. But it was also the last time I’d let the music infiltrate my limbs, the last I’d felt my dance steps sync with the soulful, upbeat rhythms of Bella Garcia. She’d always been our favorite, mine and Natalie’s. That last time, that last dance, my twin and I had stood side by side on one of the resort boats, singing and laughing, timing our moves with the currents of the Caribbean Sea. The stars glittered overhead, as if they’d shown up and turned on their eternal spotlights just for a better glimpse of the soon-to-be-famous d’Abreau sisters. The day before, after accepting her Queen of the Bands crown, Bella had introduced us to her manager exactly that way: These are the soon-to-be-famous d’Abreau sisters. Now, standing alone on the cold shores of the Pacific, I was in the dark; no stars shone through the Oregon haze.
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