𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Gorgeous

CTTO: pepa-madrigal-enthusiast

Summary: Despite being good friends with the incredible dress-maker Mirabel, (Y/N) doesn't wear dresses. Her boyfriend Camilo has never seen her wear a dress - until Antonio's gift ceremony.

Warnings: Small mention of blood, other than that it is legit just straight up fluff.

'Why don't you ever wear dresses, mi vida?'

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, glancing up from her book to look at her boyfriend. For the past ten minutes, Camilo had spent his time climbing a small tree near Casita, and was now hanging upside down from one of the branches.

'What?' (Y/N) questioned, sitting up straight to properly look at Camilo.

'You heard me.' He said, a smug smirk on his face, 'Why don't you wear dresses?'

(Y/N) sighed, fiddling with a few strands of her hair. Why did she not wear dresses? There were multiple small reasons, but she simply blamed it on impracticality. How was she to run around Encanto or hang from trees with her crazy boyfriend in a dress?

Breaking eye contact with Camilo and turning her gaze back to her book, she shrugged, 'I just don't like them.'

'I bet you would look beautiful in a dress.'

'Flattery isn't going to save you. Why'd you ask anyway?'

It was Camilo's turn to shrug, or at least shrug as best as one can while upside down. 'Dolores and Isabela both wear dresses. So does my mami, my Tia Julieta and my Abuela. And so does your best friend! I'm sure Mirabel would be happy to make you a dress.'

(Y/N) laughed, not looking up from her book. 'Just because I'm close with Mira doesn't mean I have to enjoy the same things as she does. Besides, if I was wearing a dress, how could I possibly keep up with you when you're running around causing havoc without tripping up?'

Camilo thought about her comment for a second before letting out an affirmative hum and a nod. 'I guess you're right.'

'Of course I'm right. I'm always right.' She claimed finally ripping her gaze from the words on her page to lean over and flick Camilo in the forehead, the surprising action startling him and making him fall to the ground.

'OW!'

'Sorry!'

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(Y/N) sat by Mirabel's side, reciting her recent conversation with Camilo while watching her best friend's nimble fingers command her needles with ease.

Mirabel simply shrugged after hearing the whole story, her eyes still glued to her fabric. 'He's not wrong, I suppose.'

'You too?!'

'You can't blame me, (Y/N), I've never seen you in a dress. I think you'd look good in one.'

The other girl huffed, pulling her knees up to her chest to pick at the seams of her muddy trousers. Despite her obvious disapproval, (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to think Camilo and Mirabel's opinion wrong.

Her train of thought was cut off by a loud hiss coming from the girl opposite to her. Snapping her head up to look at her best friend, (Y/N) saw one of her needles abandoned on the table and a small bead of blood forming on Mirabel's finger.

Letting out a small laugh, (Y/N) stood up and started making her way to the door. 'Y'know, for somebody as trained as you are in sewing, you sure are clumsy.'

Mirabel laughed with her, yelling at her to bring an arepa as (Y/N) descended the stairs, suddenly realising how hungry she was.

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