Isabella was a very polite and well mannered girl. Being forced to be perfect her whole life ,the thought of being attracted to the same gender was far~ from her mind.
But then, she finally got the chance to get to know her real self without worrying about letting down her family. And no-one really bothered her with marriage. So yes she was free.
A little hobby she had taken was harmless flirting with a short girl her age. She was really pretty in her humble opinion, and coming from Isabella that gotta mean something.
What had attracted so much to her was that, she takes very good care of flower. And not just any flowers but the newest flowers Isabella had created.
She liked them so much, by what Isabella had observed, she even had daily chats with them.
What was greatly amusing to Isa though was that while the girl could spend hours talking to her flowers, she couldn't for the life of her hold a single conversation with anyone.
And wasn't that just adorable.
So Isa has made it her life goal to get the shy girl named Y/n to warm up to her.
She also may or may not have made a bet that she's Y/n favourite Madrigal. I mean it makes sense no? She loves the flower's Isa created so Isa HAS to be her favourite.
Y/n, was taking care of her little flower garden, like always. Isabella knew that she was very focused whenever she took care of them, so she knew for a fact Y/n had yet to notice she was standing next to her.
Silently giggling to herself, she gets closer and silently blows on the shorter girls ear.
"EPPP!!!" Y/n, quite literally jumped a metre up in the air while cupping her ear ,which had Isabella laughing uncontrollably.
"Hello too you too ,mi única flor." I say as a peck her on the cheek ,watching her turn as red as the roses she creates, with a smug grin painted on her lips.
"S-señora Madrigal! Please stop doing that already!!" I don't think she realised, but she was sulking.
"Doing what mi amor?" I decided to ignore the name she called while stepping closer to her ,to which she responds with two steps behind.
.........H̴o̴w̴.̴.̴.̴.̴i̴r̴r̴i̴t̴a̴t̴i̴n̴g̴........
"Sneaking behind me and doing such things!! You know I don't like them!!"
Hmmmm, yet~.
"Okay! If that's my pequeña querida wants I have to do it."
Taking the chance of her being distracted by the nickname I gave ,I take her hand a kiss it. Not letting go of it.
"But, chica, I need something from you. If you do it, I will reward you!"
Slightly blushing now, Y/n looks up to ne through her eyelashes.
Cute~
"If its something I can help you with then f-fine."
"Oh it's really easy ,promise! You just need to....call me darling~"
"C-CALL YOU WHAT?!!!" She looks like a tomato....I wanna bite her~.
"I'm just joking paloma. You should have seen your face! Hehe!"
She glares at me before turning around and being to walk away fuming. Quick catching up to her I gently hold her by her delicate arm.
"What?" She hisses at me, no doubt trying to be threatening. To me she looked like a little kitten.
"I'm sorry querida. I took it too far. Here. A token of my apology."
In an instant I create a bouquet of carnations.
Her eyes immediately light up like the stars. She looked awestruck while carefully taking them from my hands, our fingers touching. I could only stare at her feeling extremely pleased I was the cause of such a reaction.
"They are so pretty! What is their meaning?" I love how she's looking at me. I want her to look at me like that forever.
"These flowers symbolise fascination and distinction. Carnations with light shades of red symbolise love and admiration, while those with darker shades represent deeper feelings for love and affection." I explain to her watching how she drinks in every word that fell from my lips. Completely focused on me.
As she should.
"If you want I can help you grow them." I casually tell her while tentatively reaching out to play with her hair. She didn't pull away.
"You would do that?! For me?!" She squealed while jumping up and down.
"For you? Anything. Mi rosa. Anything."
She smiles widely at me and I find myself mirroring her unconsciously. And then.....
She hugs me.
"Thank you I-Isabella! Thank you!"
Slowly raising my arms, afraid to break this moment, I hug her tightly back.
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𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊.
