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MARIPOSA
"now that i know you exist, how do i not love you"

~joão~

isla had decided that she wanted to make up with some of her family, claiming that "it would cause chaos if they weren't invited to the wedding". so that's how we ended up on the porch of islas childhood home, awaiting an answer of islas knock.

isla is wearing a baby pink dress that stops mid thigh, she looks super pretty in it. she's also wearing gold jewelry which really insinuates her features.

i'm wearing some boring black pants with a white button up and a light pink tie, isla wanted to match. one thing i've learned since i've known her is that she loves to match clothes, but i don't mind i think it's cute.

we are going out to dinner later which is why we dressed up. hopefully paparazzi will take pictures because i really want to rub it in maugis face that i found a girl with a prettier face and a prettier soul than her, even if it might be fake.

the door creaks open and islas mom is standing on the other side, her hair knotty and prominent eye bags on display. she looks like she hasn't slept in days. yet, her face lights up when she she's her daughter, immediately opening the door wider and pulling isla into her chest.

"oh querida, we have been so worried!" her mom speaks quietly, i've noticed she always does. she seems like a sweet person, but from the things isla has expressed about her family, it makes me rethink that. "come in."

she ushers isla in and then gives me a light nod, opening the door wider for me to follow. islas mother leads the way, and i admire the architecture of the ceiling and walls as we step deeper into the home.

after walking through a couple long hallways, we end up in the kitchen, and i stand awkwardly as the lady places the pretty flowers into a vase and sets them on the kitchen island.

"come sit down and we can talk." isla nods silently and i latch onto her hand, shamelessly letting her pull me into the large living room.

i haven't seen this area before, yet it's just as elegant as every other detail in the home. isla and i sit down on the emerald green couch, and her mother sits on the one opposite of us.

the room is very open, but the dark oak features on the floor and furniture make it feel homey. although from the things isla has said, i know it's the opposite of that. she's told me on multiple occasions that it has never felt like a home to her, and it breaks my heart that she doesn't have the type of relationship with her family that she deserves.

"i'm here to talk about our wedding." isla starts, glancing over at me for approval. i give her an encouraging smile and she takes a deep breath to speak again but her mother cuts her off.

"now isla, you know your father doesn't think that's a good-"

"i don't care." isla cuts her off with a shake of the head. i pretend to scratch my cheek to hide the smirk on my face. i like when she stands up for herself, it's hot. "im getting married whether you like it or not. so if your going to sit here and complain about it, then joao and i are leaving."

"okay im sorry." the brunette women nods. "continue."

isla picks at the skin around her fingernails nervously. "i want you to be there for me mama." her voice cracks and i wrap my arm around her and pull her into my chest. i want her to know im with her every step of the way through this. "youre my mom, you're supposed to be there on my special day. i want my dad to walk me down the isle and i want you to hear ours vows." my fingers intertwine with islas, and i rub my calloused fingertips over her smooth knuckles. "i want you to be happy for me mom."