“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl --- It was the end of her weekend with her father, and twelve-year-old Andi Perez was itching to get back to Perla, Gabi, Vincent, and Miss Rachel. Perla and Gabi were easy and obvious choices. The twin four-year-olds were only her half sisters, pudgy little prima donnas who pulled off the biracial thing much better than Andi ever could. But they alone of their eccentric family loved Andi, and she loved them for it. Vincent was the pet rabbit they'd gotten for their birthday just a few months ago. Gabi hadn't known her mother long, but she did know it was as close to a family pet as she'd ever get. Besides, sometimes, when the twins were in bed, Andi would sneak into their room and hold Vincent, and he'd wiggle his nose at her, and she'd stifle a laugh and wait until her fell asleep in the crook of her arm and just stare. Miss Rachael was the twenty-something legend of their sleepy little Quebec town, an American girl who'd moved to St. Peter's Font three years ago after prematurely ending her career as a Broadway dancer with a mysterious injury she never told anyone about. She'd done well for herself, or at least, that's what the twins' grandparents always said, moving to Quebec, marrying a Canadian Frenchman, and opening up the ballet studio Andi hadn't seen in almost three days now. She was on her way to a private lesson with Miss Rachel now -- unless she was pawned off onto one of Rachel's teenage proteges again -- that would last the two hours she'd missed yesterday, and hopefully cover the remaining six hours she'd skipped Thursday and Friday. And, if she was lucky, the sun would still be up when she got out. Weekends at her father's were always hectic, to say the least, and if Perla and Gabi wouldn't sit still for her stories, she was fairly confident Win would.