(VERY SELF INDULGENT)
You were never confident about your looks, in fact, it was an insecurity to you. It was even worse when a camera was pointed at you.
However, stumbling into the beautiful town of Encanto and meeting the most wondrous family ev...
The cat-shaped clock on the wall read 6:45. You furrowed your brow in deep thought. See, you were having quite the dilemma. You had no clue on which dress to wear. (There were only two options but still.)
Two dresses were laid out before you. One was a long elegant purple dress with gold accents and a pleated skirt. The other was a shorter red one with a poofy skirt paired with a red ribbon necklace.
You chose the red one.
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(poorly photoshopped, i know. -koopa)
"Y/N! Are you ready to go?" That must be Mama. "I'll be ready in a bit!" All you had to do was just find a small pouch that carried your makeup. After all, you didn't want to look like a complete dumpster fire.
Now, the last time you saw it was in the wagon. But you might have placed it in your room already. A quick sweep of your room and--nothing. How about downstairs? You might have left it there right? The sound of old columbian love songs grew louder as you descended into the living room. Your mother adored them. "Mama! Have you seen my makeup bag?"
The smell of your mother's signature bunuelos wafted past your nose. God, can that woman cook. "That little pouch of yours? I didn't see it. Did you take it out of the wagon?" yelled Mama from the kitchen. If your mother didn't see it, then it's up to you to find it. "Besides, you look beautiful already, cariña. No need to put all that on your face!" You sighed. "I know, thank you mama. But still, I don't want to waste it. I spent 3 summers shovelling donkey poop to pay for this you know?"
Mama chuckled. "I see. Good luck finding it then!" Now that that's over.. You should probably check the wagon and the two donkeys you used to pull it. "It has to be somewhere." Your mind spiralled into thoughts on where it could be, what it looked like and worst possible outcomes. However you were quickly pulled out of it thanks to the sound of donkeys braying. Bianca and Bruno Jr. (Who was named by your late father's friend, Bruno.)
Speaking of Bruno.. Your heart grew warm at the memory of him introducing you to his rats. After he first crashed through the walls of your old house with a bucket on his head, he became a close friend of yours and your father's. In fact he was the reason why you and your mother moved here after...
Never mind.
No need to dwell on it.
"Bianca, Bruno Jr, you don't happen to have eaten a little brown pouch have you?" You knew they couldn't respond back, but it was still worth a shot. I mean, they could understand you right? The donkeys brayed back. It sounded like denial of your accusation. You sighed. "It was worth a shot."
And now, time to see the wagon. You peered into it to find.. nothing. It was completely empty. The porch? Also empty.
