Crushing On A Madrigal | 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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"The Day Before"

Estella carefully climbed down from the roof of their house and back to her balcony, her dark, curly hair getting blown to her face by the wind. "PFT," She sputtered, removing some hair strands that managed to get in her mouth as she heads to her Mother's sewing room to help out. 

She's a fifteen-year-old girl, the only daughter of Tacita and Benito Cortez - the famous tailors in their little village, however, the three of them are expecting a new addition to their family. With only 5 months left of waiting, soon, a new Cortez will finally be born. Estella has been doodling on her sketchbook since this morning, drawing her ideas for her new Chiquito or Chiquita's nursery.

She's always wanted to be a sister. 

Although, she admits, she used to want to be a younger sibling instead of the other way around. Still, a sibling is a sibling.

Estella was just an ordinary girl who was hard-working, talented, and like everyone in town, very fond of the Madrigals. She was even friends with the Madrigal's only chameleon. Yes, Camilo Madrigal himself. But then again, who wasn't he friends with? 

They've had a platonic friendship since they were children, but one day, Estella realized what she really felt toward Camilo, causing how she sees him to change. Literally. Every time they touch, her heart beats fast, her chest gets tight, and every time she sees him smile, she can't help but like him even more. 

"Estella?" Her Mother, Tacita, spoke, knocking Estella out of her own little world. She hummed in response, "Yes, Mama? Do you need help with anything?" 

"No, no. I'm fine, it's just that you've been staring at nothing for the past few minutes, Mija." She explains with a tender smile, making her daughter blush from embarrassment.

"I was?" Estella asked in disbelief, smiling back sheepishly as she scratched the back of her head. 

Tacita placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Maybe you should go out and get some fresh air, you've been sewing with me since this morning." She suggested.

"It's alright, Mama. I already had time to rest." Estella reasons, "Besides, I'm not the one with a baby growing inside of me. You're the one who should be resting."

Estella's mother let out a chuckle as her daughter started lecturing her. "Alright, alright." Tacita replied, "Why don't we both rest? We could always continue this tomorrow." She finishes, standing up from her chair. 

"Okayyy," Estella trailed as Tacita dragged her along out of the room. "Is Papa still at nursery?" She asked, walking with her Mama to her room, her arms locked with Tacita's.

"Yes, but don't even think about helping. He's old enough to do it on his own." Tacita joked, lecturing her daughter back for always helping out when she should be enjoying her youth. 

Feeling her mother's hands pinch her cheeks, she groans, feeling too old to still get treated like a baby. "Mama," She whined, trying to stop her mother before her cheeks get sore. "Promise to actually rest, Mija, okay?" 

"Yes, yes." She answered, putting her hand on her cheek right after her Mama pulled back her hands. "I'll go rest." She says in defeat, walking away from her mother and towards her room to grab her carriel (leather satchel) since it had everything she needed to "rest". And by that, it means the book she sketches with multiple pencils and a lot of other things.