In the last effort to be herself within a handful of days with small actions. Isabela has sent her wonderful bouquets of flowers to the potter she has admired for a time, anonymously of course. Hoping that it will blossom into something more despite...
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𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓭 ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*
"I know she's good at what she does, but do you really have to stare at her that much?"
Isabela Madrigal.
She is always ahead of her game, she takes straight paths without hesitance, she is neat, she is nice, she never slips both figuratively and literally, she is the personification of perfection. People often said that she might as well be the human variation of Aphrodite.
So to her, being distracted was a nuisance, it calls trouble. She can't let herself be anything lower than the sort, she always prioritizes her public image and family anyways. It was natural that everything else would come second and everything else equates to a distraction.
But then again it's been happening for weeks. It started with small glimpses, turned into longer glances, turned to appreciative gazes, to now admiring stares. She questions herself why she has this wonderment towards you. Was it because of respect and approval? I mean, no one could disagree that you were good at what you do, being the eldest daughter of the Muñoz's, the family that provides the highest quality of flower pots, vases, and other products, you were taught to make such elegant crafts, you excelled in it. Your family would even joke at times and say that the Madrigal gifts strayed to you because of your creativity. Isabela thinks that this isn't the case, she thinks that her wonderment towards you was something else, or perhaps something more.
The cousins were currently standing side-by-side in front of a stall for freshly harvested herbs, the merchant was still busy with packing what they bought for Julieta's dinner for tonight. Initially, it was only Isabela that was going to town but Camilo insisted on tagging along and helping carry foodstuffs back.
"I wasn't staring." Isabela retorted. Of course Camilo would annoy her with his recent observations regarding her. He often noticed her glancing at you when manning the stall of your family's business or when you went to the town market for supplies and new tools.
"So what is it then, Isa? Perhaps you're already head over heels in love with her?" Camilo said, ending his teasing statement with smooching sounds while shape-shifting into you and back to him for a moment. Such an absurd idea! Camilo thought. It was something that was far from what Isabela would actually do. He considered the fact that she is being courted by multiple gentlemen, and nothing would overthrow that especially since it is for the family. After all, with Isabela being the oldest, she was bestowed with the obligation of being the first grandchild to settle down with a husband, she was obligated to set an example.
But the teasing line Camilo had said just echoed through her head. 'What if I am in infatuated by her? Isn't it too quick for that? But then again it has been a while since I first caught myself staring at her. It has to be some sort of admiration right?' and on and on. So many questions in her mind, that she went back to look at you again.
With a little hesitance she replied "I wouldn't say in love Camilo. It's a bit too fast for that isn't it? But I might have some sort of," she paused, thinking. What is the right word for this emotion? "liking towards her." She said not even too sure of her answer.
"WAIT! Really?! Please let me be your wingman!"
"Oh shush! Everyone might as well meddle in our conversation with you being this loud," she paused for a while liking what Camilo had in mind. "And yes I would really like that Camilo," Isabela said with a small smile that decorated her face.
"Alright! Well why don't we start now! After all, Tonito's night will start in a few days. Might as well invite her right?"
"How do I even do that?" She inquired with furrowed eyebrows. For once that is something that Camilo never saw, none of the Madrigals ever saw! His prima Isabela, nervous? It was something that was out of character, as said, the purple clad girl has always taken straight paths with no hesitations. She was straight forward and sure of herself. But approaching a simple potter from the town was making her uncertain?
Oh, was Camilo convinced that his girl was falling hard. "Just go invite her like any other person. BUT make sure that you tell her ex-pli-cit-ly that you will be waiting for her. Trust me I did it before," her primo said with a smug smile, arms crossed.
"Knowing that you are single now, it doesn't seem like good advice does it-"
"Yes! My father made that pot and rest assured it is made with the finest and highest quality clay we can find."
After Osvaldo had paid for the pot he had been eyeing for a time, telling you that his newly blooming dahlias would just fit it. You went back to your chair in the stall. It always has been easy to man the store at this time of the day, when the breeze was right and the sun wasn't too hot. You got back to the book you had been reading, labeled Flowerpedia.
You were always fascinated by flowers, their colors, their scent, how they work, their uses, and most especially their beauty. When you were young you wandered off to the edge of the woods along with your friends to play, but little do they know that you only tagged along in order to see the flowers that were littered on the ground. You discovered lots of them, and sniffed a few of them too. That day was one of the happiest days of your life. Until your nose begins to tickle and twitch, you start sneezing, and then you're suddenly gasping for air. Luckily, you were swiftly delivered to la casa Madrigal to be healed with one of Julieta's meals.
It was the first and last time you had wandered off to the woods and certainly the first and last time you will ever sniff a flower, apparently you had allergies for pollen. How unfortunate isn't it? Wanting to appreciate something beautiful but can't even get close to it? People could get close to something that fascinated you.
People could get close to her.
It was parallel to your growing adoration for Isabela Madrigal, she was always there to admire from a distance, but never was too close enough to love.
You don't even have the memory to reminisce the first time you saw and adored her. It seemed like the feeling was just always there. All the scattered thoughts, daydreamt cliché scenarios, witnessed quirks, and well, her. You know how she is always ahead of her game, how she will trudge straight paths not an ounce of hesitance whatsoever, how she is neat, how she is-
"Good afternoon?"
"YES! goodafternoonhowcanIhelpyou?" you exclaimed, dropping your book in a second and standing up to assist your next customer. That's when you look up to the person that has clouded your mind for many months.
