Perfectly Imperfect ~ || An Isabela Madrigal fanfiction ||

~Chapter 1~

Perfect. That was the one word people in the village used to describe her. Perfect. The word itself probably doesn't seem like much more than a word to you right? Well, to Isabela Madrigal, the word was a constant reminder of how she needed to act, look, and feel. 

"Isa"

"Huh?!" Isabela said looking around the table. Everyone's eyes were on her. She gulped nervously as Abuela cleared her throat. "As I was saying, I have spoken to the Guzmán's about Mariano's proposal to Isabela." Abuela said gently grabbing Isa's cheeks between her wrinkled fingers. "Dolores, do we have a date?" Abuela asked, turning towards Dolores, who looked very annoyed. "Tonight. He wants five babies." She said plainly, giving Isabela a side eye. Pink flowers sprouted from Isa's head, except for a single white one, which Abuela hastily plucked from her head and discarded of immediately. "Wonderful! Such a fine young man for our perfect Isabela. They will bring a new generation of magical blessings, and make both of our familias stronger!" Abuela said brushing the dust off of Isa's dress sleeves and walking toward the other end of the table. Isabela plastered a fake smile on her face, already dreading dinnertime. Camilo shape-shifted into Mariano and started making kissy faces at Isabela. Isa turned around in her seat and blew flowers into his mouth, rolling her eyes. Isabela liked Mariano, but not in that way. She had always felt a warm fluttery feeling while she was around other girls her age, but she just told herself that she was jealous that they were almost as pretty as her. Not to mention, if Abuela ever found out that Isabela felt this way, she would most likely be shunned out of the family just like her Tio Bruno.

 Everyone resumed eating as Isabela stared down at her food numbly. It was the day after Antonio's gift ceremony, so everyone was to preoccupied with him to notice how she was feeling. Soon breakfast was over and it was time for everyone to do their chores. Isabela finished hers pretty quickly, so she had some time to herself before it was time for dinner. She decided to roam around the market stalls, looking for little things that needed to be fixed. After re-growing a few wilted flowers and making bouquets for a few people in the village, she noticed that it was almost dinner time. She reluctantly started to make her way back to Casita.

 'Maybe I should tell Abuela that I don't want to marry him.' 

She thought, edging nearer to the colorful house. 

'She would probably make me marry him anyways.'