"𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬-𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬."
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The Madrigals are an extraordinary family who liv...
"Everyone, gather up!" A short man beamed once Giselle and Alma entered the beautiful home.
The Madrigal familia lived in a beautiful—classical Colombian-style—estate with many kinds of flowers surrounding the colored walls. Giselle hesitantly stepped through the cyan and orange gateway.
There were so many people there to greet Giselle, more than she expected.
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"Welcome to the familia Madrigal!" All of them exclaimed. There were all so welcoming and their warm smiles were enough to stun Giselle and stop her in her tracks.
"Thank you for welcoming me..." Giselle did a curt bow by raising the ends of her hunter-green blouse.
A woman with curly auburn hair in a vibrant yellow blouse stepped forward and took Giselle's hands, "we have heard quite the bunch about you, mariposa." The smile in her face only got warmer, reminding Giselle of a morning sun. "Why don't you join us for dinner as we introduce ourselves? It must've taken a long time to arrive to our little Casita."
And, as if on cue, the house's stairs built themselves up, making Giselle jump back in surprise. But it all seemed normal to the Madrigals. A pretty girl with, short, dark brown hair and green glasses decided to come towards Giselle and pull her by the wrist.
"This is Casita! Say 'hola'Casita!" She introduced as she dragged Giselle up the stairs. The stairs made the two bounce up, as if saying its greetings.
"Ah, but what about my luggage, mademoiselle?" Giselle looked back at her small suitcase that was still by the gate.
"Camilo! Help the mariposa, would you?" The woman with the yellow blouse motioned towards a boy with brown hair and hazel-green eyes. He seemed to have a constant smile on his face. He did just that as he followed after Giselle and the girl dragging her.
"Hola, mariposa! The name's Camilo!" He saluted with two fingers.
"I am Mirabel!" The girl with the glasses chimed in.
After a moment, "Giselle E. Nelson. It is a pleasure." Giselle responded, not used to so much interaction from anyone other than her grandparents. She was also beginning to run out of breath from all the running.
The two Madrigals led Giselle towards what seemed to be a guest room. It wasn't all that special, just some plain furniture and a painting or two on the walls. But Giselle did not mind any of that because, as stepped in, she was entranced by the view out of the balcony; there were countless mountains that faded into the distance. The fields were hued by the many flowers and tress that watched over the small city below.
"How do you not get lost just by merely looking out the windows?" Giselle admired the peacefully scenery.
"I mean, we could go to the city later?" Camilo seemed rather confused. Maybe it was because he was used to seeing the view his entire life.
