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"ALRIGHT, ALL DONE!", camilo sighed, patting his powder-covered hands on his apron, as he proudly looked at his arepas.

"wow, they actually came out pretty good!", julieta praised.

     "yea—hey! what do you mean actually pretty good?! I KNEW that they would come out perfect!", camilo proudly huffed.

     "mhm, anything you say, camilo", julieta chuckled, kissing the top of his forehead, as he just brightly smiled.

     "and to be honest, they didn't take long to make at all! so thank you for helping me, tía! I'm gonna go to bed now", camilo stated.

     "alright, sleep tight!", julieta called out, as she started storing the arepas in some containers for tomorrow's breakfast.

     "¡buenas noches!", camilo yawned, as he stomped up the stairs, only to see felicia quickly scurrying out of his room in a panic.

     "felicia??", the madrigal called out, to which the girl had froze in place, worried that she had been caught.

     the sixteen year-old honestly didn't expect to take so long trying to find the blue notebook. however, camilo's room was vastly different from the first time she had entered it.

not only was there no desk, but a series of clothes hung across the walls with masks, hats, and various jewelries. it was like a closet, but expanded.

hence her next plan of action was to head to camilo's bed, for perhaps the notebook would be under his pillow or below his bed.

and to her luck, there was an overly dramatic bed with stilts sticking from the corners to prop up a golden mesh drape. right beside the bed was a nightstand with the navy notebook.

"ah, hey camilo!! n-nice night isn't it??", the sixteen year-old awkwardly chuckled.

"yeah...I guess...anyways, what were you—"

"Iwasjustreturningtheclothesyoulentme!", felicia spurted out, causing camilo's brain to load for a moment.

     "ohhh, okay. then why's your face so red? is it hot in here?", camilo asked, inching closer to the girl, who had stumbled a few steps back.

     after finding out that camilo is indeed camaleón, felicia couldn't help but repeat the sweet paragraphs about camilo's dates in her head.

     "n-no...I-I better go. the girls are waiti—"

     though before felicia could speed off, camilo had gripped onto her wrist, forcing her to stay in place.

"felicia, you know that you can confide in me, right? just like how I can do the same with you?", camilo genuinely stated, causing the girl's face to heat up even more.

'I need to go. I need to go. I need to go'.

"m-mhm!", she squeaked, "thank you".

"so...what's wrong?", camilo asked, still not letting the girl go.

"I...I...nothing's wrong! I just..."

felicia had then paused in her stuttering, as camilo looked like he didn't buy whatever she was saying.

"I'm just...still embarrassed about the hug!", felicia blurted out, to which camilo's expression had relaxed into an understanding one.

     'great thinking, felicia! now he probably thinks that you didn't mean the hug...can I just crawl into a hole and cry now??', felicia internally cried, as she displayed a bashful smile externally.

     "ah...that's it?", camilo questioned, as he gently tugged felicia forwards, allowing her to fall into his embrace.

     "there's nothing you should be embarrassed about. I love hugs!", camilo comforted, as felicia bit the bottom of her lip in guilt.

"t-thanks", she breathlessly uttered, as she indulged in the warmness emitting from the madrigal boy.

it was comfortable because camilo's hand didn't fall below her waistline, and it wasn't such a tight embrace that she couldn't properly breathe either.

however, the moment did not last, as the girl flinched when hearing her friends giggling at them.

     "well well well, we were wondering where our princesa was. didn't think she'd sneak off to go see her príncipe at a time like this", valentina teased.

"valentina, it's not like that!", felicia defended, as ana had just sighed.

"oh how I wish that I could relate", the girl chimed in.

"sorry prince charming, but we're here to escort our princess back to the right room", valentina sassed, pulling felicia with them, as the girl had only given camilo a slight wave.

     camilo reciprocated the action, as he returned to his room, noticing the neatly folded clothes on his bedside.

     picking up his ruana, he took a waft of the clean fabric.

     "smells like her...", camilo smiled to himself, "a mild scent of chamomile".

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     felicia softly sighed to herself for the sixth time, rolling around in her borrowed mattress, as she couldn't seem to fall asleep.

     it was just different sleeping at somebody else's house.

     'maybe some warm milk or chamomile tea will help...I hope they don't mind...'

     cautiously sitting up and making sure that the blanket didn't slip off of valentina, felicia tiptoed towards the door.

     thankfully casita didn't creak, for felicia was able to smoothly abscond down the stairs and into the kitchen, where a dark figure stood, and nearly scared the shit out of the teenager.

"who—"

"ay!!", bruno yelped with restraint, "felicia, what're you doing down here so late??"

"oh, it's just you, señor bruno...sorry, I-I just wanted some chamomile tea since I couldn't sleep..."

"ah, let me help you with that then", bruno offered, as felicia conjured up the courage to question about his presence in the kitchen so late at night.

"I have a bad habit — according to julieta — of waking up at night and snacking on arepas with the rats. since...you know...I lived in the wall for a decade, and that's how I've been stealing food...", bruno quietly explained.

     "well...a midnight snack never hurt anyone", felicia slightly smiled, to which bruno had given her an awkward one with a cup of warm chamomile tea.

     "thanks...anyways, umm...goodnig—"

     "wait!", felicia called out, causing bruno to halt in his footsteps.

     "umm...señor bruno...I was wondering...if you could read my future??", felicia meekly requested.

"oh! umm...yeah, about that...I don't think you want your future to be read by me. all my visions are bad according to others, so—"

"I heard about it from mirabel...briefly...", felicia unintentionally interrupted, "and...I don't think that's true..."

felicia's eyes had then darted around, as if to check if anybody was eavesdropping.

"when I first moved here, I could see the pastor's toupee from a mile away...it's definitely not your fault that his genetics caused that", felicia honestly stated.

     bruno had to cough in order to shield a laugh that threatened to spill out.

     "but if you really don't feel comfortable about it, then I won't ask you about it again. I know it must be tiring having to help out the village exponentially due to you guys being blessed with gifts", felicia rambled, as she started twiddling with her thumbs.

     bruno now knew why camilo liked the girl so much.

     "you're a good girl, felicia", bruno irrationally blurted out, as his grip on the arepas loosened a little.

     "and I'm sure that even without my visions, you'll find the answers to your questions — a bright future lies ahead of you".

felicia smiled at that, grateful for bruno's confidence in her.

"thank you, señor bruno", the sixteen year-old mumbled, finishing up her tea, as she briefly rinsed the cup with water and left it in the sink.

she made a mental note to wake up extra early tomorrow to actually wash it and help julieta set the table.

"of course", bruno replied, as felicia had bid the madrigal goodnight.

"ah, but there is one thing...", bruno mentioned, resulting in felicia to spin around with anticipation.

     "umm...I know it's hard saying no to people — I mean, I have trouble doing it myself — but don't be afraid to do so for future references...", the fifty year-old advised.

felica nodded, as she promised that she'd start trying to be more assertive of her own thoughts and feelings.

bruno then watched as the girl headed upstairs, wondering if he should've said that at all.

ever since the birth of his oldest niece, he had daringly looked into their futures; all except antonio of course, since the he was in the walls when the latter was born.

and while at the time he didn't exactly know what each of their thirty second previews meant, he had recognized that felicia was definitely a part of camilo's future.

and it seemed that she was dancing with a boy who was not camilo, leaving the fifteen year-old madrigal to mope by the sidelines.

"I hope they end of together. felicia seems like a sweet girl", bruno muttered to himself, as he hurried back to his room so that he could feed his rats.

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