Prologue

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"Tell me the story again, Abuela!"

"You must have heard this story a million times already, Mira."

"I know, but I want to hear it again. Please?"

The old woman sighed, and adjusted her granddaughter's position on her knee.

"Alright. It all started when my three babies had just been born. My husband and I had to flee our home, and although many people came with us, we couldn't make the journey unscathed. And your Abuelo Pedro... was lost. That is why I buckled down and almost single-handedly built this hotel. Now, tonight, you will contribute to our community. You must promise that you will make your family proud, Mirabel. Can you promise that?"

The little girl nodded and smiled widely.

"Of course. Make my family proud, I can do that!"

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