Primrose ~ Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Part 1

Growing up in my town was quite easy. With the Madrigal family always offering to help everyone out in any way they could, we would always have someone around to help us when we needed it. For me though, normally the only person from the family I would visit would be Mrs Julieta. I am a seamstress, and I normally prick my fingers, and all of those little cuts would add up, and my parents would rather me go and get healed. I'm also on friendly terms with Isabela, and she would come to me with requests for new outfits or alterations to previous ones. I hadn't spent much time with any of the rest of the family, most of them intimidated me and made me a little self-conscious, but I knew that they were a lovely family.

My parents owned one of the only clothing stores in the town, so we were normally flooded with work. Considering that I am as good as, if not better than my parents at designing, I would help my parents with making as many of our commissions as possible. I had turned fifteen a few months before, and by this time I had made clothes for almost everyone in the town, and had made almost every type of clothing imaginable.

I had been asked to make a new red dress for one of the people in town. According to the parents, she had grown out of her old clothes so it would be best to make an entirely new dress for her. I had some music playing on a record near me so it was justified that I didn't hear the door opening and someone entering the store. I didn't know about it until I felt a hand being placed softly on my shoulder. I turned around, shocked at the feeling of someone's hand.

When I looked up I realised who it was almost instantly, and my body relaxed. Standing next to me was Camilo Madrigal. He had dark brown hair that curled all around his head, greenish brown eyes, freckles, warm brown skin that was complemented by the bright yellows and whites that he wore.

"Hi, are you y/n?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Yeah I am, you're Camilo Madrigal right? What are you doing here?" I questioned back, and his answer was a small slip of paper that he handed over to me. "In case you can't read, Isabela's asked if you can come to our Casita and alter her dress a bit. I don't know what's wrong with it but she won't stop complaining about it" he said while leaning against the chest of drawers I use to hold all of my different types of fabric. "Sure, I don't mind, do you know when?" I asked, finishing the last stitch to connect the bodice to the skirt. "Well she said she'd prefer today, but any day that's fine for you. Honestly it's funny to hear Isabella complaining about things for once" he chuckled. "I guess but I don't want to keep her waiting too long. I'll go tell my parents that I'm going and I'll ask them to finish this up" I responded, slowly getting up from my seat and walking out of the room.

My father was busy sewing up a shirt in the living room while my mother was busy making us all dinner in the kitchen. It was very quiet and peaceful here, much different to how I liked to work. Because of the near silence, my father noticed my presence and came to hug me almost immediately. "Well if it isn't the best seamstress in the house, how are you?" he asked. "I'm doing well. Apparently Isabela wants me to alter her dress so I was wondering if you or mother could finish this. It just needs a few little things to be finished. I'll add the embroidery when I get back" I said, hoping I could get out and work on a new project. I hardly got to work with purples and pinks so she was one of my favourite customers. "Of course you can, just tell me quickly what needs to be done and it will be finished by the time you get back. You need to get out more and see more people anyway" he said to me, grabbed the dress softly and ushered me out of the room and towards the front door. It only took me a second to grab the pouch I had containing pretty much every colour of thread that you could need inside of it along with many different sizes of needles.

I've lived in the town my whole life and knew where La Casa Madrigal was, as did everyone else in the village, so I was surprised to see Camilo waiting outside my house. "Uh, are you ok?" I asked. He turned his head to face me, maybe not realising that I was there before. He smiled at me before saying "Thought I'd walk you up there. I thought it wouldn't take long for you to come out, and besides, it's much better to have to walk there with someone than to go alone". "I guess so. Let's go then shall we?"