Land of Graces | Encanto

🕯ꕥ ║ Chapter XII : Morning Silence

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The magical flame blazed brighter and blossomed into something everlasting after Alma signed a contract with the matriarch of the Silvestre family. It's as though it's been given new life.

Alma determined that Secélia's family is the essence of the miracle's strength.

It was a pleasant day. The sunlight flooded into the open courtyard, and the birds chirped in harmony as they floated by. Another day had arrived, bringing with it newfound hopes and plans for the future of the Madrigals.

Alma shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath of relief. Her shoulder seemed lighter than it had been, a heavy weight lifted from it. Since the Madrigals and Silvestres have signed agreements to secure Encanto's miracles, that means her family's gift is protected.

Casita assists Julieta as she cooks the breakfast meal, and Agustín waters the plants decorated around the house. With a few accidental events, drenching himself in the process.

Félix, on the other hand, is already soaked as he walks out of Pepa's room. Nonetheless, he walks out as though it was a normal occasion. Which it was, for them.

His face holds a grin that surpasses the sun's glow that gradually rises over the village. His mere presence will instantly brighten anyone's day. That's his role in the family.

"¡Buenos días, Abuela!" He greets Alma with an exuberant wave, to which she acknowledges with a nod and a smile.

She treads past Félix, clutching a neat bundle of folded spare garments. "Casita, can you hand Félix a towel?"

"Make that two!"

The tiles clatter on the cement as Casita offers him a clean pair of towels. He appreciatively takes them and hooks a towel around his shoulder, holding the other as he waits for his wife to come out.

Pepa leaves the room, carefully closing her magical door. Her curly auburn tresses were frazzled, soaked by her own downpour. She was carrying a brown book horizontally, like a fragile glass, gingerly protecting the pages with the bronze book cover from the drops of rain pouring above her. "Buenos días, mamá, mi amor."

She faces her husband with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry about last night—"

Félix shushed her, tenderly wiping her cheeks with the towel. "Shh, don't worry, mi vida. I adore every moment with you." He softly responds. She smiles as she takes the towel from his grasp, the gray cloud above her morphing into a small rainbow.

Stopping in front of Dolores' door, Alma raised an appreciative brow at the two.

She made the correct decision to accept Félix as Pepa's husband. He was ideal for her. He loved and treasured her the same way she did. Even if his method of courting her was... unusual at first, he brings a smile to her face every day. His family is likewise more well-known than most.

Félix and Pepa headed down the stairs, laughing together when he told a joke. Walking past Alma, he lightly knocks on Dolores' door and nods at her. "Aquí tienes, abuela."

Alma nodded, thankful. She watches the two continue to amusingly converse with one another as they walk to the stairs.

She turns her head to stare at a picture frame reared on the cream-colored wall. A black and white photo of Pedro Madrigal. Her eyes held a longing gaze, her mind drifting to a sentimental time when they met during the day of the little candles when they grew interested in each other. She recalls his adoring smile when their triplets were born. He would be proud of their children.