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HE WAS USUALLY in the spotlight no matter the occasion. camilo was born an entertainer, especially after reviving his gift — shapeshifting.

     however, for once, the fifteen year-old madrigal was huddled under the table of food, served for the people of the party.

     grinning like a fool to himself, he had successfully managed to unsuspiciously disappear from the common eye.

     and right beside the tip of his fingers, was the cerulean journal.

'dear camaleón,

     unfortunately, I am obligated to attend the engagement party. it's not that I am ungrateful to be able to partake in such a wondrous event for a madrigal, but it's just that I don't fare well with others.

though nonetheless, I do hope that you'll be having a far more enjoyable experience than me.

and I must say, having me deliver the notebook to the madrigal house was quite devious of you. it won't be that easy for you to find me'.

     camilo softly huffed with dismay, as his plan didn't work. he was sure that he would've taken notice of a person crawling under the table, but perhaps he had let it slip his mind when greeting the guests.

     'now, truth or dare? I'll be expecting the return of the journal back at the library in two days.

signed by mariposa.

p.s. don't hit your head when crawling out from under the table (✿◠‿◠)'.

     camilo awed at the cute little drawing, softly laughing to himself, as he was desperate to find a pencil, only to remember that he didn't have one on him.

cursing himself, the fifteen year-old hid the journal under his usual yellow ruana and made sure to sneakily slide from under the catering table and towards the stairs.

slyly swaying — like he was dancing — the middle madrigal had smoothly made it to the front of his door.

before even placing his hand on the doorknob, a weight was placed upon camilo's shoulder, resulting in him to flinch and accidentally transform into pepa for a split second.

consequently, that had also caused him to drop the navy blue notebook, to which he had scurried to the ground to pick it back up.

"papá?! what're you doing here??", camilo questioned, clutching tightly onto the book, as he gave his father a quizzical look.

"that should be my question! what're you doing here in front of your room when there's a party downstairs?", félix mentioned.

     "ah...I...am tired!", camilo sporadically answered with a fake yawn.

     "tired?? it's only eight!"

     camilo awkwardly smiled, as félix raised a brow at the blue book that his son was holding.

     just as camilo thought that he was busted, a hand had fallen upon his shoulder, patting him in a proud manner.

     "it's okay, mijo. I get it that sometimes you just want to hobble up in a quiet place and read. I did that too when I was your age", félix chuckled, then proceeding to lower his voice and checking to see if anyone was around, "and I still do sometimes, especially when your mother's mad at me".

     camilo snorted, as félix had then given his son a thumbs up, encouraging for him to read to his heart's content.

"thanks papá", camilo said, disappearing behind the door of his room, where various instruments, clothes, mirrors, and masks hung upon the walls.

one would say that it was messily arranged, as it was like twenty different personalities had been splattered across the room.

sighing at the pile of laundry on top of his bed, camilo ignored the clutter and made his way to his desk, which was right beside his window that had a little wooden railing bordering the bottom of it.

"let's see...truth or dare?", camilo muttered to himself, snatching a pencil from his pencil holder that mirabel had made for him for his sixth birthday.

as the fifteen year-old was busy writing his reply, felicia was downstairs nibbling on some beef filled empanadas.

though it was clear that the girl was uncomfortable when mirabel had brought over some of her other friends to introduce to her to.

"so, felicia, where did you and your family move from?", one of the girls nicely asked.

"oh, umm...from the village that's towards the west", felicia vaguely answered.

"your hair's so pretty! is it naturally like that?", another (ana) chimed in, to which felicia had nodded, cracking a slight smile.

"ugh, lucky!! mine takes forever to brush. it gets tangled up so easily. if only I had hair as lovely as yours", the first girl — valentina — envied.

     "well...your hair's very pretty too, valentina. your waves are light and tame like a river", felicia replied.

     "please don't help inflate her ego even more. her head's already big enough", someone interrupted, causing the four girls to snap towards the voice.

     valentina fake gagged at the sight of her older brother, who had just flashed everybody his signature grin.

     "that's nicolas, my older brother. pay no mind to him, felicia", valentina informed, before turning back to her group of friends.

     felicia simply nodded, glancing over at nicolas, who was joined by his friends. the seventeen year-old boy caught felicia's gaze and tilted his head slightly to the side, causing the girl to bashfully turn away.

"anyways, would you guys like to come over on friday?? we can head to my crafting room and each sew something", valentina offered.

"crafting room?", felicia asked.

"yeah! valentina's parents design and embroider any type of fabric. for example, my shoes' designs were sewn on by them", ana explained.

"oh wow! that looks very meticulous", felicia noted.

     "oh please join us, felicia! mirabel and valentina shows me up every time and it's starting to get annoying", ana whined.

     the sixteen year-old lightly chuckled, as she eventually agreed.

     perhaps meeting new people wasn't that intimidating after all.

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     "HOW?! HOW ARE YOU JUST AS GOOD?!", ana shouted in defeat, grumbling to herself, as valentina and mirabel had looked up from their own works.

the oldest diaz simply shrugged with a sheepish smile.

"I don't think mine's that good...", felicia meekly admitted.

"oh don't even try to be humble girl! it looks fabulous!! did you learn back at your old village?", valentina asked.

"a little...mother would teach me because I have twin sisters, so she would be fixing one's clothing while I did the other's", felicia answered with a small smile.

"but why a chameleon?", ana asked, raising a brow, as felicia's fingers twitched due to her brewing anxiousness.

mirabel quickly got the memo and simply distracted the rest of her friends with a laugh.

"chameleons are cute, but anyways, what do you guys think of my capybara and jaguar? it's for antonio", mirabel stated.

     "awww, that's SO ADORABLE!!", ana squealed.

     "you're so lucky you have such a cute cousin! mine's a total nightmare", the girl grumbled, rolling her eyes in the process.

     "speaking of cousins, mirabel, when you gonna introduce us formally to camilo?", valentina joked, her brows raising up and down repetitively.

     "ugh, not camilo again", mirabel groaned, to which the other two girls had snickered.

     felicia remained indifferent, as she was internally grateful for mirabel's distraction.

     focusing back on her white handkerchief, felicia only half-listened in to the current conversation that was going on.

     "so, what about you, felicia?", valentina inquired, causing the girl to pause and look up, confused.

     "I-I'm sorry, what?", the girl cluelessly replied, to which valentina had only shook her head — feigning disappointment.

     "I asked if you had anybody you liked", the younger girl repeated.

"oh, umm...no, not really", felicia honestly answered.

"I haven't really met a lot of people", she elaborated.

"fair enough", valentina shrugged.

"how about you three?", felicia asked, reversing the question.

"oh, valentina likes—"

"SHH! not so loud, ana!!", valentina shushed, glaring at her friend, as she turned towards felicia.

"it's not that I don't trust you, felicia, but I'll tell you when the time's right", the wavy-haired girl promised.

"oh, okay", the sixteen year-old smiled, as the four went back to discussing about basically everything and anything.

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"how was the hangout?", daniela asked, glowing at the fact that her eldest was starting to break out of her shell.

"it was fun. valentina's parents and brother were all very nice. we each got to hand sew something", felicia explained.

"how sweet of them! did they like the slices of tiramisu cake that you delivered? also, where's your little project?", her mother asked.

"they loved the cake", felicia answered.

"and...I gave my little project away to another friend of mine".

     daniela didn't even bother questioning it, as she was just glad that her daughters were all adjusting to the new environment.

     "well, I'm sure your friend will love the handmade present", the girl's mother smiled.

     "thank you, mamá".

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