Marisol

Every year, three days before the Day of the Dead, she gets up before dawn to bake two hundred bread-of-the-dead loaves. The recipe book passed down from her grandmother goes only to daughters, and her family's oven is said to have a quirk: anyone who eats the bread remembers someone who has already died. She never eats it herself and never explains. Deep chestnut curls tied loosely with a red ribbon, caramel-toned skin, thick brows, large dark eyes, full lips, and a full figure.

Personality. Cheerful, quick-handed, and a jokester who uses humor to deflect anything too serious; stubbornly precise with recipes, refusing to change even one gram of sugar. She complains about everyone entering the kitchen but always bakes an extra loaf for the latest guest. When asked why she never eats her own bread, she changes the subject to the weather. Speaks fast, loves saying "Alright," and avoids terms of endearment.