The past week had been spent packing and planning. Mirabel was getting tired of hearing the rest of her family plan what they wanted to do. Abuela had even wrote a list. Mirabel was pretty sure that she was the only one who hadn't added to it. Abuela had even cornered Bruno and grilled him until he had added something. Her mama had asked her once, while doing the dishes, if there was anything she wanted to do while in the city. She had told her that she couldn't think of anything specific. It she didn't specify something, she wouldn't be disappointed when she didn't get it. She knew that. She learned that lesson the hard way many times.

Besides she couldn't help but worry that she was going to be forgotten, left behind, like usual. This was suppose to be a family activity, but… she shook her head, she needed to stop thinking like that, things had changed now. Things were better. They wouldn't exclude her from a family outing… again. Would they?

…

Julieta frowned, glancing at the glowing door of her youngest, she couldn't tell if this was her usual worry for her youngest daughter, or if something was actually wrong. Everyone in the family was excited about the vacation. Everyone that was except Mirabel. It was all anyone could talk about. Everyone that is except for Mirabel. Everyone had mentioned at least one thing they wanted to do while in the city, except, again, for Mirabel. She hadn't even asked for a suitcase to put her clothes in yet, and they left first thing after breakfast.

"What's wrong?" Agustin asked, glancing at his wife, before glancing at Mirabel's door, "Hey, she's doing so much better now, right?"

"I don't know, I don't think she wants to go on the trip. We shouldn't force her if she doesn't want to. Maybe I'll stay home with her."

"What makes you think that she doesn't want to go?" Agustin asked.

"She hasn't packed yet, I know because her bag is still up in our closet. There's also the fact that she hasn't mentioned the trip at all during meals."

"Mirabel is often pretty quite at meal times."

"Have you noticed that she changed the topic whenever I asked her about the trip."

"If she didn't want to go, why hasn't she said something."

"I don't know, it doesn't make any sense," Julieta insisted, "I just wish that she'll tell us what she's thinking."

…

"Is everybody packed?" Abuela asked as they gathered around the dinner table that night, "We're living right after breakfast tomorrow."

There was a chorus of "Yes Abuela," but Abuela didn't care about that, she noticed that Mirabel hadn't said anything at all. She pressed her lips together, "Mirabel?" she called out, trying to keep her tone soft, her relationship with Mirabel was getting better, but she knew that she was treading on thin ice with her still, "Have you finished packing?"

Mirabel flinched, round eyes looking up at her, "Um, not quite?" she said, her voice wavering slightly as she glanced down at her lap.

"Do you need help?" Isabela asked, "I'm finished, I can help if you want."

"That's a wonderful idea Isabela," Abuela insisted, "Why don't you help Mira finish packing after cena?"

"Oh, um… Okay," Mirabel muttered, a frown forming, just cause they want her pack doesn't mean that they wouldn't leave her behind, that happened so many times in the past that she lost count.

"Is something wrong?" Julieta asked, "Mira, if something's wrong, you need to tell us. Is it your back?"

Mirabel shook her head, "No it's nothing like that..." she insisted, her pursing as she shook her head as if to clear it.

"Is there something that you want to do?" Bruno asked, "I've noticed you haven't added anything to the list."

"No, it's fine, everything fine."

"Are you sure," Agustin pipped up, "You don't seem very excited."

"Why get excited?" Mirabel muttered under her breath, "I'm probably going to get left behind, and if I do go, I'll be overlooked, better not get my hopes up so that they don't get crushed again."

"What was that Mija?" Julieta asked.

"Nothing."

"She seems to have it in her mind that we're going to sneak off without her in the morning," Dolores insisted, "Or be dragged around and not get a say in anything."

Julieta shot her mother a dirty look. This no doubt had something to do with the way that her mother had treated her daughter in the past.

"Why in the world would you think that?" Abuela asked.

"It won't be the first time that I was left out of a family activity or was told that we couldn't do something I wanted to."

"Your Quince," Julieta suggested, "Now that things have finally calmed down some we really should do something about that."

"It's already been a month since her birthday," Abuela insisted, "It's too late, we'll plan something for next year."

"Absolutely not," Julieta insisted, "After we get back we will be doing a quince for Mirabel. Everyone would be understanding that with everything that had been happening recently that the party got postpone."

"Hey, we can get stuff for the party in the city!" Camilo announced, "It will be great."

…

Isabela pulled out several blouses and skirts from Mirabel's wardrobe, "Too bad your favorite outfit was destroyed, you could have worn it tomorrow," she said.

Mirabel nodded her head slightly, "I've been working on replacing it, but I've been busy with other projects at the moment."

"What kind of projects?" Isabela asked, glancing around, "Is there anything for me?"

Mirabel laughed, rolling herself over to her workbench, and pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper, she frowned slightly looking at something written on it, "Well, according to this, this is for Tio Bruno."

Isabela rolled her eyes, pointing at the pile of brown paper packages beside her, "Then who are all of those for?" she asked.

"Well, this top one is for Luisa," Mirabel insisted, picking it up as she held it up, "And this one is for Antonio," she said, picking up another package, "and this one is for Dolores," Mirabel continued, pointing to the second to last package, and the last one is Camilo's." she insisted, all while fighting to keep a straight face.

Isabela gave her a knowing look as she pulled out the last package and looked at the name written on it, "This has my name on it," she pointed out.

Mirabel snickered, "Caught, I haven't finished Camilo's new poncho yet," I should have it finished before we leave."

"We leave tomorrow morning."

"I know, I don't have much left, I just need to finish the embroidery on it and on my skirt, totally can finish that by tomorrow."

Isabela frowned, wrinkling her nose as she looked at her sister, "You've made seven outfits in the three weeks that we've been back in Casita. When have you slept?"

"Sleeps overrated."

"Mira!"

"Isa!"

"I'm going to get Mama," Isabela insisted, "If you're having a hard time sleeping, she can help you know."

"I'm fine, Isabela," Mirabel insisted.

…

Julieta paused at the glowing door of her youngest daughter, shifting the hold on the tea tray so she could knock on the door. She waited for a second, waiting for a reply, before letting herself in without one.

Mirabel was over at her workbench, her eyes closed as several needles with different colored threads flashed around an orange rauna.

She paused, smiling at the fact that she was trying to use her magic before setting the tray down on a nearby coffee table. Next to it was a notebook with everybody's name on it. Smiling softly she picked it up.

"New clothing:

"Isabela: Black trousers, floral print button-down sleeveless blouse.

"Dolores: Red dress with white sound wave polka dots, white collar and cuffs, white heart shaped buttons down the front.

"Luisa: White Blouse, pink poodle skirt with a pink and white plaid unicorn on it.

"Camilo: Orange Rauna with chameleons using the color-changing thread I found in my room. They'll look white unless out in the sun, then they change into a rainbow of colors. Super fun, he'll love it.

"Me: blue dress with a white bowknot collar, white cuffs, and belt, butterfly pattern along hem., perhaps with the color changing thread as well?

"Antonio: Yellow shirt, orange overalls with jaguar applique on bib.

"Tio Bruno: New Rauna, old one is falling apart

"Abuela: New Shawl, new color, match her dress.

"Mama: Blue dress with sweetheart neckline, three-quarter sleeves, light blue top, dark blue skirt

"Papa: vest and tie to match Mama's dress, vest dark blue, tie light blue

"Tia Pepa: dress that matches Mama's only yellow top, orange bottom

"Tio Felix: Yellow shirt and orange handkerchief to match Tia's dress.

"Spells to use once I learn how to:

"Isabela: a shirt that changes patterns and colors to match her mood, do a rauna for Camilo like this as well.

"Dolores: a hair bow that when placed over her ears would block out excessive noise.

"Luisa: something that will keep her cool while working out in the sun all-day

"Antonio, something that fur doesn't cling to?

"Abuela?

"Bruno?

"Mama stain-free apron

"Papa bee repelling handkerchief

"Tia and Tio, weatherproof outfits."

"Mama, what are you doing?"

"Just looking at this list of projects that you're working on," Julieta said, "Looks like you've been busy."

"I've taught myself to keep busy," Mirabel insisted, "I'm fine really, all I have to do is do the finishing touches, I just finished Camilo's rauna."

"Your hermana's worried that you aren't getting enough sleep," Julieta confessed as she scanned the room, looking for signs of the dress she was working on for her.

"Isa doesn't know my sleep schedule or how fast I can make an outfit," Mirabel insisted, "I'm getting plenty of sleep."

"Are you sure that you don't need any help?" Julieta offered, "I brought a tea that should help you relax."

"What would help me relax is if you tried on your new dress so I can adjust the hem," Mirabel insisted, opening a drawer and pulling out a folded pile of blue fabric, which shook out into a very nice dress, nicer than any she owned. This was not something she could wear in the kitchen.

"Mija, este vestido es hermoso, deberias estar orgullosa de ti misma," Julieta said softly, grabbing the soft fabric.

"Can you try it on for me, por favor?" Mirabel insisted.

"Si," Julieta said, glancing around, "Where...?"

"There's a dressing room just around that corner over there," Mirabel offered, pointing to a set of shelves filled with fabric.

"I'm going to have to show this dress off once you're done hemming it," Julieta confessed, she could hardly wait to see Agustin's reaction to it.

"Uh huh," Mirabel muttered, "Just don't get too lovey-dovey with Pa until you're alone, I don't want to see that."