His Mariposa (Camilo Madrigal x Filipina!Reader)

CHAPTER 22

"Do you need this?" Camilo asked, pulling out a random book from the shelf. "American Corsetry", he read.

"No. I don't think - wait. Mira do we need this?", Y/N turned to Mirabel who was sketching their potential design for Estrella's costume. Mira looked up and fixed her glasses.

"We're gonna make her a corset?", She asked.

"I thought we were going all out?", Y/N asked back.

"You really think she'll recognize if we give her a ready made corset from the shop?", Mira deadpanned.

"Actually? No. But I want to feel the satisfaction of tightening a brand new corset with fresh, unused boning restraining that bruja's body until she can't breathe. Especially if we made that torture device ", Y/N said menacingly.

She was stressed, Mirabel was stressed, and Camilo was getting stressed because he was surrounded by two stressing girls stressing over another girl who they all loved to stress about because she loved to make other people stress.

"You are a sadist", Camilo smirked, though he was kind of terrified... and a bit arou- no stop.

"Thanks, Milo. I just can't help it anymore. One more surprise from that bitch I might just make a tiny corset specifically made to go around her neck", Y/N fanned herself rapidly.

"What do you mean one more surprise?", Camilo asked. Y/N huffed and snapped her fan closed.

"One", she pushed her index finger down using the closed fan, "she comes up to the shop on our first day"

"Mmm", Mirabel nodded once, not looking away from her sketchbook.

"Two, she got her mother to switch our tasks up still on that very first day"

"Mmm"

"Three, she tells us that the play is set in the present time. You know, as in today.  So naturally, Mira and I have been working our butts off designing a full on Edwardian look. Do you know how hard it it to design a brand new look when you have very limited reference photographs? Ugh! We were about to have it approved by Señora Krista but guess what?"

"What?", Camilo asked. He couldn't decide if he wanted to loathe Estrella at the moment or thank her for riling Y/N up like this. She was fun to watch when she was talking like this with a manic look in her eyes.

"Estrella decided that that was the perfect moment to tell us that the play was based on Little Women", Y/N said.

"Which was set around forty years ago", Mirabel mumbled, angrily scribbling on her sketchbook.

"Little Women as in the March Sisters?", Milo asked curiously.

"You know that story?"

"Do I know that story? Y/N, come on. I'm a theatre kid. I read that book freshman year"

"Really? Did you like it?", Y/N asked eagerly as if she wasn't raving about Estrella a minute ago. Milo scoffed, offended.

Did he like it?

" There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind." , He recited effortlessly. Y/N gasped and fanned herself excitedly.

"Let us be elegant or die!", Y/N replied with another quote, flourishing her fan before resting her wrist on her forehead.

"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen", Camilo said and smiled when Y/N replied with a nother quote from the book. They exchanged quotes back and forth, smiling wider each time, getting more dramatic with their flourishes until Mirabel stopped them with a giggle.