I woke up to the gentle warmth of the sun streaming through the window, casting a golden hue across the room. Memories of yesterday flooded my mind, particularly of Camilo's energy as he played with the children. Despite my attempts to dismiss it, thoughts of him lingered, his kindness and charm leaving an undeniable impression.
As anticipated, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts , and there stood Camilo, his grin as big as ever. "Good morning, princesa. Did you sleep well?" he greeted me, his words laced with playful charm.
"Yes, surprisingly well. But what about you? Aren't you worried about being evicted? After all, you're a pig, and I'm not sure if Alma is fond of pigs," I chirped back, a hint of teasing in my tone.
"Ah, but everyone loves me, especially you," he retorted, his playful confidence evident.
"Perhaps, pretty boy," I conceded, unable to deny his appeal, "but one shouldn't tell lies, should they?"
A blush crept onto his cheeks, a sight that only intensified my amusement. With a laugh, he departed, leaving me to contemplate the unexpected flutter of attraction that seemed to grow stronger with each interaction.
Dressed in a stunning gown gifted by Mirabele, I made my way to the kitchen, encountering Isabela and my brother engaged in conversation. Their growing romance brought a smile to my lips, it was obvious that the both of them had a attraction towards one another.
Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder startled me, and I turned to find Camilo standing there, his mischievous grin in place once more. "Hey, princesa, just returning the favor for making me blush earlier," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Fair enough," I replied, playfully tapping his nose before he initiated a tickle attack, causing uncontrollable laughter to bubble from me.
After the tickling stopped, we joined the others at the table, Camilo taking the seat beside me, his non stop winking a constant reminder of his presence. With a shared understanding of our mutual free time, we took on a task assigned by Pepa-cleaning the house. Might seem boring but together it coulf be a lot more amusing .
Starting with the kitchen, Camilo's playful antics with the mop brought a smile to my face. The way he tried dancing with it made a chuckle escape my mouth . "This will be us someday," he declared with a grin, prompting me to play along, "Yes, perhaps, but I refuse to be a mop, pretty boy."
Our fun continued as we tidied up, each exchange laced with teasing and laughter. As we reached a lull in conversation, Camilo hesitated before admitting, "Um, I like someone."
My curiosity peaked, I teased for more details, knowing all too well who he had in mind. Probably ."Someone who lives here?" I guessed, a knowing smile playing on my lips.
His blush confirmed my suspicions, but before he could expalin further, he turned the tables, prompting me to reveal my own crush. Flustered by his directness, I hesitated before admitting, "Someone who lives here as well."
The air between us crackled with unspoken words, a silent acknowledgment of the high attraction that lingered beneath the surface. Before either of us could communicate further, the casita interfered, locking us in the kitchen.
Caught in this unexpected moment of tension and fear.
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Welcome to Encanto
RandomWhen Y/n and her family move to the mesmerizing town of Encanto, they stumble upon a breathtaking paradise where her mother's family has history. After surviving a fire and living in ruins, they're graciously taken in by her mom's bestie. And guess...
