Fiancées *Leonetta story*

Chapter one ~ Skyler's First Birthday

Violetta (narrating):

Welcome back to our story. When you last left us, Skyler had just been born — right there in our living room — and León had asked me the question I never expected to hear in the middle of all that chaos.

You all want to know my answer. Well... I said yes.

We haven't planned the wedding yet. We want to wait until Skyler is a little older, old enough to walk down the aisle with us. Today, though, isn't about the wedding. Today is about her — our little girl turning one. One whole year of love, laughter, sleepless nights, and learning how to be a family.

I wake up wrapped in León's arms, his warmth pressed against my back. It's the safest place in the world. I love him more than I ever thought possible, and watching him with Skyler only makes that love grow. He's an incredible father — patient, gentle, and completely smitten with her.

His fingers trace soft circles across my stomach, and I turn to face him. His hair is messy, his eyes half‑open, and somehow, he looks even more handsome like this.

Leon: Morning, my beautiful fiancée.

Violetta: Morning, my handsome fiancé. Did you sleep well?

Leon: I slept great. You?

Violetta: I slept fine too. Do you know what today is?

Leon: What, baby?

Violetta: How can you not know what today is?

Leon: Is it an important day, my love?

Violetta: Important? León, our little girl, turns one today! Did you forget your daughter's birthday?

Leon: No, mi amor. I just didn't think that's where you were going with this.

Before I can tease him again, our bedroom door swings open, and Ludmila walks in holding Skyler.

Ludmila: Guess who was waiting for her mommy and daddy?

I sit up and take Skyler into my arms, covering her cheeks with kisses. León watches us with that soft, proud smile he only uses for his girls. I place Skyler in his lap, and he cuddles her close, kissing the top of her head. Moments like this make everything worth it.

We get ready for the studio — even though it's her birthday, we can't take the day off. I'm no longer on leave, and rehearsals are intense. We'll celebrate properly when we get home.

León did offer to skip the studio, but I insisted. Everything I do now is for Skyler. I want her to see her parents working hard for their dreams.

On the way to my dad's house to drop her off, we walk hand‑in‑hand. Well... until I accidentally squeeze too hard and León gently pulls his fingers free with a wince. I loop my arm through his instead, resting my head on his shoulder. The morning is bright, warm, peaceful — but guilt tugs at me for not spending the whole day with our birthday girl.

When we reach my dad's house, the familiar chaos greets us immediately. Olga is yelling at Ramallo about something ridiculous, and it makes me smile. Some things never change.

Then I see Angie — and the small bump beneath her shirt. Is she... pregnant? I haven't seen them much since moving out with Ludmila. We were young, stubborn, and convinced we knew everything.

Herman: Wow, Violetta... long time no see.

Violetta: Hi, Dad. I'm home.

Olga rushes over, hugging me tightly.

Olga: My, my, Violetta! And who is this handsome young man behind you?

Violetta: Olga, this is León — my fiancé. León, this is Olga, my aunt.