The Miracle is You

𝟐. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

    "Are you sure you don't need help?"

    "I'm completely fine" Mirabel stumbles a little before regaining balance again.

    Inside the Madrigal's house, many villagers are helping them with the last bits of decoration for the ceremony that night. Camilo is shapeshifting as people to help hang some of the decorations, tia Julieta is probably taking care of making some food even if many of the families in the Encanto are going to bring food themselves. Everyone in the Madrigals has to do all their common chores today plus help in the preparation for today, Alana could only phantom the amount of pressure that they felt.

    But there was also this feeling of uncertainty that was in the air, nobody wanted to acknowledge the pending thought of Antonio's ceremony ending the same way as Mirabel's.

    "Luisa, the piano goes upstairs," Abuela Alma shouted in the distance.

    "I'm on it." Luisa put down the barrels that she was carrying "Careful, sis!"

    As she passes by their side Mirabel loses balance and Alana opens her arms ready to catch Mirabel if she were to fall. Suddenly the winds pick up and a tornado starts forming inside the house, in the middle of the courtyard tia Pepa is mumbling nervously while walking in circles.

    "My baby's night has to be perfect and it's not perfect and people are going to be coming and nothing's ready, the whole town will be here..."

    "Pepi, Pepi, Pepita," tio Felix, her husband, tries to calm her "you're tornadoing the flowers"

    "The flowers!"

    "Did somebody say flowers?"

    Up on the second floor, the voice of Isaiah caught everyone's attention as he used vines to lift him and start replacing the flowers. Around them, people cheer for him just as Mirabel looks unimpressed and Alana looks around marveling at the flowers.

    "Our angel, our angel" tio Felix claps, and Isaiah finally touches the floor.

    "Please don't clap" He creates a bouquet and gives it to his aunt.

    "Thank you"

    "Oh, it's nothing" Isaiah stands next to Mirabel before they bump, covering both in flowers. Once Isaiah acknowledges her he just sighs, completely unaware of the girl at Mirabel's left side.

    "Uch, a little brotherly advice: if you weren't trying too hard you wouldn't be on the way," he says smugly.

    "Actually, Isa, this is called helping, and I'm not in the way, you are...
Mirabel collides with a post, Isaiah rolls his eyes before a movement catches his eyes as Alana approaches Mirabel's side.

    "I'm fine" Mirabel regains her composure "Don't need help, don't need help" She leaves for the kitchen.

    "Wait."

    Somebody grabs Alana's wrist, stopping her from following Mirabel. She looks at Isaiah expectantly, waiting for him to talk.

    "Did you like the flowers?" His eyes drift to the laurels in her braids.

    "Who doesn't like flowers?"

    "They look pretty on you" His compliment causes a blush to appear as she tries to suppress a smile by biting her lip she looks to the side to try and hide her face from his eyes. Isaiah's eyes light up at her shy behavior with confidence.

    "Come with me"

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    "Are you sure they don't need you?"