One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

I Hate My Own Reflection

Camilo woke up to the sound of two people arguing outside his door. He turned around and smashed his pillow against his ear, attempting to block out the noise of whoever was fighting outside.
I am so glad I don't have amplified hearing like Dolores, He thought, annoyed.
The arguing continued, and Camilo got tired of it. He stood up and stormed towards the door, opening it slightly just so he could see what was on the other side.

He saw two girls bickering near the staircase. One was tall and beautiful, with straight, gorgeous black hair, receding perfectly down her back. A baby pink rose sat near one of her ears, tucked neatly in her hair. Her silk, lavender dress matched her dainty, periwinkle flats, with a rose stud on the end of  both of them. Flowers were embroidered around her dress, a mix of pink, lavender, amethyst, heather, orchid, and many more.

The girl in front of her was shorter, light green specs sat on top of her nose, her curly, black hair had the same texture as Camilos', the pattern on her blue dress exploded into different coloured flowers, from a dark purple to a vibrant yellow.

Camilo groaned.

Isabella and Mirabel. Of course. They can never get along.

Camilo shut the door and leaped back onto his bed, attempting to get a peaceful sleep, a type of slumber he hadn't felt in weeks, with his brother Antonio's gift ceremony coming up, and the failure of the unsuccessful ceremony ten years ago, left doubt for the famous Madrigals'. Ever since Mirabels' door vanished that day, the town began to lose faith in them. Now that they knew there was a chance that the miracle wouldn't always work, this gift ceremony would be more anxious for everyone than exciting.

Eventually, the arguing died down, and Camilo slowly got up and looked around his room, noticing around one hundred mirrors, all laid out in a circular position around his 'unnecessarily large' bedroom, as he claimed. Camilo got up and walked to one of the many closets laid out on the sides. He did some digging and eventually dragged out a ruana from the back, the colour somewhere between yellow and oranges, with white patterns spread across it. He threw it on, and sighed.
Then turned around to come face to face with a mirror behind him. He quickly looked away and headed towards the door. He had always taken a great disliking to mirrors, or more specifically, his own reflection. One would find that lifestyle strange, considering his ability to transform into anyone he wanted, and then would admire the forms he could change into. But ever since the day he opened the door for the very first time, he never knew why there was even one mirror, let alone one hundred of them. He had never looked directly in those mirrors for more than a few seconds, and he wouldn't start today. He took a deep breath, brushed his hair out of his eyes and turned the doorknob.

Let's get this over with.

As soon as he opened the door, a woman carrying a large box full of Arepas rushed right past, startling him, causing him to neatly trip over. He regained his balance and stepped outside again. Dozens of people flooded the Casita, carrying decorations and supplies for the gift ceremony.

Great. A house filled with people I don't want to see.

"Oh Camilo, you're up! Finally," A hand tapped gently on his shoulder, startling him.

Camilo turned and saw a taller woman with curly, brown chocolate hair pulled into what he thought a painful bun, a crimson ribbon tied around. Her blouse had gold laces and patterns, and her dress was a fiery red, frills at the bottom.

"Abuela told us to go and meet her downstairs,"

Her voice was quiet and soothing, and Camilo didn't know whether it had always been like that, or she had just felt forced considering her incredible hearing. Either way, Camilo had forgotten.

"I'm coming in a second," He replied, and Dolores made her way downstairs.

"Alright," He closed his eyes.

"Time to put on the fake act you do every morning,"