Camilo and Y/n (fem) are 21 years old, they've been together since Y/n came to the Encanto 6 years ago. Now that they're older they need to work together to navigate the world of adulthood. Together they will face challenges and unexpected surprises...
The next few days go by in a blur of cake tasting, choosing decorations and Abuelas constant nagging. By the end of the week we've done so much, yet we still have a mountain of work still left to do. "Cami, I'm going to the tailor again with Isabella, Dolores, Mirabel and Luisa in a bit," I say as Camilo helps me unpack a box of ornately decorated glasses, plates and cutlery. "I'm going to start sorting out the invitations, the date is set for next weekend right?" He asks me, carefully placing a pile of plates onto the kitchen table. "Si, cariño," I reply, giving him a quick kiss before taking the last few glasses out of the box.
"This will be enough for everyone right?" I ask, looking down at the large pile of cutlery and dishes before me. "I think so...we should probably finalise the guest list right?" Camilo slumps down on a chair, reaching across the table to grab a piece of paper and pencil. The paper already has a long list of names on it. I stand behind his chair, rest my hands on the back of it and lean over his shoulder, my eyes scanning the list. "So we've got everyone in the village, of course, and the Guzmans, is that all?" I reach over and pluck the paper from his hands. "I think so," I say, and Camilo looks up at me, smiling. I lean over to meet his lips and kiss him briefly. "Only un besito?(little kiss)" He frowns, swivelling around in his chair to face me, his chin resting on the back of the chair. "Maybe you can have dos," I giggle teasingly, giving him a quick peck on the forehead.
"Nothing else?" He asks, grinning mischievously. "Maybe later," I tell him, stroking the top of his head gently. He pouts a little, but stands up out of his chair. He opens his arms and I wrap mine around his shoulders, leaning my head against his chest. We sway a little, his hands on the small of my back. The room is soaked in the golden glow of late morning sun. "This wedding planning stuff is crazy," I murmur, closing my eyes. "Fun crazy though, right?" Camilo asks, stroking the back of my head. I turn to look up at him. "Si, mi vida, fun crazy." He smiles his warm smile, and I can't help smiling too. "Now don't you have to go to the tailor?" He asks, chuckling. "Miercoles!" I exclaim, letting him go as I smack my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I almost forgot! The girls will be waiting for me outside!" I yell, panicking a little. I kiss Camilo on the cheek and run out of the kitchen and out the front door.
I run through the village towards the tailor, Josephine's, shop. As I approach it I see Isabella, Luisa, Mirabel and Dolores waiting outside. "Lo siento chicas, I lost track of time!" I say, catching my breath. "Todo bien, Y/n, you're just in time," Dolores smiles, walking towards the door. "¡Vamos señoras!" She exclaims, pushing open the door and the group follows her inside.
I've visited Josephine's store many times before, but today feels different, exciting. Probably because I'm getting my wedding dress... I think to myself as the kind, fair haired lady beckons for us to sit down on the two long cream coloured couches. "Are you ready to try on a few dresses Y/n?" She asks me, extending her hand out. I take a deep breath, nodding, and take her hand. Josephine leads me to a separate room, in which the 3 dresses that I had picked out on my previous visit are hung up on hooks. It was a difficult decision even to just narrow it down to these 3, but I had to choose one.
Josephine leaves the room to allow me to change into the first dress. The white gown fits neatly around my body, with a simple, floor length skirt that hugs the sides of my legs. The sleeves are long, extending to my wrists. The fabric is soft and has a faint floral texture to it. I look into the mirror that is propped against the wall, and take a deep breath. Butterflies have been swarming my stomach since the moment that Camilo asked me to marry him, and the whole thing feels so surreal now that I see myself in a white vestida de boda (wedding dress). I shake myself a little, bringing myself back to the present, and walk out of the room to my awaiting bridesmaids.
"¡Muy hermosa!" Dolores exclaims as they see the dress. Mirabel cheers and Luisa whistles enthusiastically. I can't help but smile and blush, doing a little twirl. "It's lovely Y/n!" Isabella tells me. I look at the big mirror in the room, examining every detail of the dress. "Hmmm, I don't know, I'll try on the other two before deciding," I say after a few moments. The girls agree and I return to the back room to try on the 2nd dress.
This one is floor length, with a skirt that has a lot of layers. The halter top ties around my neck, and the soft white fabric feels comfortable against my skin. After taking a quick look in the mirror I hurry out of the changing room. I'm met with more applause and cheers from Mirabel, Luisa, Dolores and Isa. 'Ooooo, I like the skirt!" Mira says, gazing at it admirably. "It suits you," Luisa tells me, beaming in approval. I twirl around, loving the feeling of the skirt flowing around my feet. "Oh I really don't know, dios mio, this is so hard! I love them both..." I sigh in frustration. "Well you still have one more to try!" Josephine reminds me, and I return to the changing room for the third time.
10 minutes later and I walk out again. This time there is no cheers and claps, but rather an amazed silence. Mirabel's hands are at her mouth, tears forming in her eyes, and Isa and Luisa gape at me. I can't stop myself from beaming. "Dios mio," I hear Dolores whisper under her breath as I walk to the centre of the room and stand in front of the mirror. Looking at the mirror, I almost don't recognize my reflection. For a few moments I just stand there, staring at the beautiful woman standing before me. "You look perfect," Isabella says, now with a soft proud smile on her face. I look over my shoulder at the 4 of them. All of their faces are filled with pride and admiration. I look the dress up and down. The sleeves and bodice, which has a deep V neck cut, are a mesh floral pattern fabric, and the skirt is made from thin layers of flowing mesh fabric. The dress has a slightly rose gold tint, with white highlights. After taking it all in something inside me falls apart.
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(This was my inspiration for what I think the dress would look like!)
As I turn back to the mirror tears cloud my eyes, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. I cup my hands over my mouth as the hot tears stream down my face. The realism of everything sets in once again. I feel stupid for crying, but I am overwhelmed by it. I can't explain it. Next moment, 4 pairs of hands are holding me. "Shhhh, it's ok, Y/n!" I hear Mirabel whisper, as she rubs my arm. Isabella comes in front of me, and gently moves my hands away from my face.
"Shh, Y/n, don't cry," she says, with her own tears threatening to spill. I take a few shaggy deep breaths, and wipe the tears from my face. "Sorry, senoras, I don't know why I'm crying," I begin to apologise, a little embarrassed. "Disparate!" Dolores exclaims, in gentle outrage. "Remember how I cried like a baby when I was getting my dress?" She asks me. I'm briefly taken back to that day 6 years ago. I nod my head, tears still slowly sliding down my face. "It's ok to be overwhelmed, this is a big thing! No one here is judging you." Dolores continues, squeezing my hand reassuringly. I smile weakly, wiping the last tear from my cheek. "Don't worry kiddo, you look muy bonita, and your wedding is going to be so special," Luisa says affirmatively.
"This is the one," I tell Josephine, who nods, the glisten of a tear in her eye. I look back up at the mirror, seeing myself, and the 4 girls around me. I love them with all my heart.
