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As I strike the malleable metal, slight sparks fly from my side. Looking over to my right, I see my youngest sibling, Tobias, playing around with the equipment.
"Tobias! Be careful with this, you could hurt yourself." I take the hot metal just out of his reach. "Sorry." "It's fine, just don't touch this stuff." I give him a pat on his small head. "Oh, also, Papi said to.. Uh.." He tries to think. "Oh! He wants you to bring the tools to the Madrigals' house."
"Okay, where's the chest?" I look near the desk, then over towards the forge. "It's inside!" He slightly laughs as he runs back inside.
"Wonder why it's inside.." I mumble, heading inside.
"-then she almost took one of her fingers off!" My father, David L/N says. Then a woman chuckles, and I see it's Alma Madrigal. "Brave one isn't she, David?" "Yup. My little girl." He sounds proud.
Proud. Orgulloso. I'm glad he's proud. I've been doing my best lately, so it's good to hear my Pa's praise.
"Yes-" He finally notices me coming into the room and he calls me to greet the oldest Madrigal. "Hello Y/N. I hope you don't mind my intrusion, but I was going to ask if the tools were ready. Because as you know, Antonio's ceremony is in a few days, and we must be ready by then."
"Yes, they're ready, I was actually preparing to bring them to you." I say, grabbing the chest, after finally finding it. "Oh, good. You might as well just come with me to deliver." She hands my dad a nice pouch of pesos, as pay for the tools.
"Gracias senora." He nods at her. Now, my dad is a relatively old man, around his mid fifties. He still has his youthful look in his eyes though. If you looked at him, without knowing you'd think he's in his early 40s. Many women fawned over him, but my late mother was the lucky one.
No use dwelling on the past though.
"Are you ready to go, Señora Madrigal?" I ask whilst holding the chest with ease. "Yes, let us go Y/N. And please, call me Abuela, everyone does." She motions to follow her afterwards. "Sure, Abuela." I chuckle. That's gonna take a minute to get used to.
While following her to the Madrigals' home, we run into Luisa, Camilo and my eldest sibling, Ignacio. We speak to them each for a few minutes, just checking up on them.
We say our goodbyes and head to the house, no more distractions. No more distractions..
I look at the most beautiful, pretty and amazing woman. Isabela Madrigal. I admire from afar, for I am just a lowly peasant. I admire from afar, for I am not of her standards, or her family's.
I smile softly, while watching her create flowers for the children, handing it to them, and then waving goodbye.
I long for her to reciprocate my feelings, but I doubt she would be interested in me, in a woman. Especially regarding Mariano. A stuck up rich boy. A stuck up, dumb, rich boy. Not even his pretty face can save his empty head.
While I stare aimlessly at her, Alma notices my wandering of my mind and my stopped stance. "Ahem. Y/N." I burst out of my stare and keep following her, finally arriving at the house.
As Alma opens the door, I head inside and see people walking from and to rooms. "So, where do you want me to place these?" I ask Abuela.
"Just place them down to the right, then wait for a minute." She walks off somewhere.
"Okay.." I place the tools to the right of the door, then wait for Alma.
While waiting, people come inside the house, them being Luisa, Camilo and some other family members. I lean on the wall, occasionally using the chest as a foot rest.
"Need something?" A woman's voice says, her voice soft and angelic. "Uh, just here to give some tools to Abuela." I place my left foot on the chest, using my right as my only form of support.
"Why are you waiting here then?" "She told me to wait, and so I'm waiting." I say, hopefully with no tone. My father says I sometimes have a tone without realizing it.
"Oh. I was told to come to this hallway specifically by my Abuela. I guess you're the mystery person I'm supposed to meet." Her voice is kind, and gentle. "So, who are you, mystery person?" She asks, placing a hand on my left shoulder.
I turn towards her and focus on her face.
Her beautiful brown eyes are the first thing I see, then her lips and a beauty mark to my left. I smile knowing who this is. The one and only beauty of the town, Isabela Madrigal.
I lightly chuckle, seeing as she's even more pretty up close.