The Real You (Isabela x Fem Reader)

Birthday Girl

Narrator's POV/The next day in Isabela's party:

Isabela was bored out of her mind; she had just finished dancing with Mariano, who read her a poem right after. She felt sorry for him. He was a nice guy, but Isabela had no feelings for him. She sighed and forced a smile at those who approached her and complimented her. When they left, she sat down and looked around the room, boredom on her face, before settling her gaze on you.

Isabela: I had no idea she'd be here...I thought she wasn't going to come.

As you spoke to Mirabel, her dark brown eyes admired your side profile; she memorized every single feature of yours.

Isabela: Beautiful...

Her stomach felt strange, which she hated but loved at the same time. It was warm and comforting, which scared her because it happened only when you were nearby. Sighing out softly, she sits up a bit on the stool. Minding her composure and manners, her hands folded down neatly on her lap. She looked at you again and saw your bright smile. God, she thought you were so damn cute. The way you stand out from the crowd, you're not average, you're not perfect, and she loves it. A soft smile is spread across her full lips, fully peaceful and content while watching you. Isabela always felt peaceful and contented around you. It's just one of the many reasons you've become her favorite person. You didn't idolize her or believe she was out of your reach, which she appreciated. You simply treated her as if she were any other person. Every day, Isabela wonders how she became so fortunate to finally speak with you after such a long time, and to have someone like you in her life.

Y/N: Isa!

Your usually sweet voice exclaimed, making Isabela jump in surprise. When she finally snapped out of her trance, she cursed internally for spacing out. She sits up and looks at you with a smile. Your lips part with a light laugh that is music to her ears.

Y/N: You were zoning out again, weren't you?

Isabela's eyes widen before she can respond, your arms wrap around her neck and pull her into a warm embrace. A rush of heat rushes up her neck and across her entire face. Her arms quickly wrap around your waist, and she returns the warm embrace. She smiled at the scent of lemon grass she was so used to smelling emanating from you.

Y/N: Happy birthday, flower girl!

The nickname makes Isabela feel special, but that doesn't last long as you pull away. She lowly groans in disappointment. Facing you, she looked into your beautiful silver eyes as you smiled at her innocently.

Y/N: Do you want to dance?

Isabela just freezes in place. Did you just-

Isabela: What?

Y/N: Do you want to dance with me? I mean, you don't have to if-

Isabela: Yes!

Y/N looked at Isabela, shocked as Isabela's face turned red from embarrassment.

Isabela: I mean, I'd be happy to dance with you.

You chuckled as you grabbed both of her hands and pulled her onto the dance floor. Isabela laughed as you smiled. She took your hand and twirled you in her arms. It surprises you, but you smile as you both fall into step, letting the rhythm control your movements. All the scenery and people around them dissolved. It was Isabela and you, alone. A smile spread across Isabela's beautiful face. That made you lose your breath. Even though you couldn't see her face completely, uncontrollable feelings surged through your body, confusing you. Her hand brushed across your cheek. Isabela's body was acting on its own; there were no chains to hold her back from this pure paradise. That was until the music stopped and you pulled away from her touch. She was confused until she saw you look behind her and smile.