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foreveranevilregal · 6 months

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Encantober Day 12: Nerves

“Dolores?” Pepa knocked on the door. “Are you almost ready? Everyone’s waiting.”

Though she didn’t have Dolores’ superhuman hearing, Pepa could have sworn she heard her squeak.

“Almost, mamá. I’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”

Despite her claim, Pepa heard a suspicious lack of activity in the room. Normally someone scrambling to get ready would make some noise. But Dolores’ room was silent.

Pepa frowned. “Everyone is waiting. How about I come in and help you finish getting ready?”

“No, mamá, it’s fine, I-“

But Pepa had already opened the door. Her heart soared. Dolores was breathtaking. The dress, a creamy ivory, practically shone against her skin. Her beautiful curls were gathered in an updo, spilling over the sides to frame her face. Isabela had conjured up the loveliest flowers to decorate her mantilla, which was draped elegantly over her shoulders.

Pepa wiped the tear that had welled up in her eyes. “Dolores…you look absolutely beautiful.” She closed the door behind herself and walked around Dolores a few times, examining her. “The most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks.” Dolores’ reply lacked the enthusiasm Pepa was expecting from her on her wedding day.

Pepa took her hands and led her to the bed, sitting them both down. “What’s wrong, Lola?”

Dolores smiled, but the smile slipped off her face as she shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m getting married to the man of my dreams today. What could be wrong?”

“You tell me.” Pepa swept her hands out. “For someone marrying the man of her dreams, you don’t seem very happy about it.”

“I’m happy,” Dolores insisted, nodding her head and shaking some of her curls loose. “It’s just…”

“It’s just…” Pepa prompted.

“I can’t believe it’s happening, mamá. A year ago, I was miserable knowing Isabela would get to be with my dream guy. And now, here I am, marrying him. It’s just a lot to take in.”

Pepa smiled. When she and Mariano had first gotten together, Dolores had wanted to take things slow. But she was her mother’s daughter. Slow wasn’t in her nature. Once she knew she wanted something, she went for it. “I know, querida. It can be hard to believe how much everything changed in the past year.”

“It still doesn’t feel real, you know?” Dolores continued, smoothing down the front of her dress nervously. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up and realize it was all just a wonderful dream.”

Pepa squeezed Dolores’ hand sympathetically. It seemed like Dolores had inherited more than Pepa’s spirited nature. Apparently, she’d also inherited the worries that had plagued Pepa ever since she was young.

Oh, how she could relate! How many times had she wondered if Félix would wake up one day and realize he could do better than Pepa? That he wouldn’t want to spend the rest of his life with her? No matter how much everyone (and it really was an alarming number of people) insisted, Pepa’s worries weren’t assuaged until…well, she wasn’t sure if they were ever fully assuaged. He did everything he could to prove how much he wanted to be with her, but of course Pepa knew he wasn’t the problem. It was all in her head, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

“It’s not a dream, mi amor,” Pepa spoke softly, drawing designs on Dolores’ hand in the same soothing way Félix would do to her. “It’s real. You’re getting married, today, to the man of your dreams. It’s happening, and no one can take that away from you.”

“No one can take that away from me,” Dolores repeated, her voice hushed. Her eyes widened with awe.

“I know it was hard to see Isabela getting to live out your fantasy. But that’s behind us now.” Pepa rubbed the side of Dolores’ hand rhythmically with her thumb. She tried to put as much conviction in her words as possible. “You get to have this happiness.”

“I do.” Dolores gazed towards the door dreamily.

“Let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” Pepa brushed an errant curl out of Dolores’ face.

Dolores hugged her gingerly, as not to ruin the delicate ruffles on the dress. “Thanks, mamá. Sorry I kept everyone waiting so long.”

Pepa waved dismissively. “Oh, let them wait. Today is your day.” Her eyes sparkled.

“Mamá!” Dolores exclaimed, surprised.

Pepa stood and extended a hand to Dolores, helping her up. “It’s important that you feel good before getting married. Trust me.” All too vividly she remembered the disastrous consequences of not getting her own nerves taken care of on her wedding day.

Dolores laughed, a soft tinkling sound. “I can’t make hurricanes, mamá.”

“Still.” Pepa faced her. “We don’t want any hurricanes in here either.” She placed a hand over Dolores’ heart.

Dolores rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “No hurricanes here,” she promised.

“Good.” Pepa fixed Dolores’ hair, which had become somewhat disheveled from all the movement. “Are you ready now?”

Dolores gulped, but nodded confidently. “Yes.”

Pepa opened the door. “Then we have a wedding to get to.”

#pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa and dolores #encantober #encantober 2023 #nerves #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #yes i will stubbornly do all of these

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caramella120 · 9 months

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Mother daughter dance!!! Y2kParty?

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wikluk · 2 years

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Do you think if pepa had another child that kid would have her red hair? In the beta Camilo hair was supposed to be red and I think it would be cool too see one of the kids with her hair. Or maybe when it’s sunny out her kids hair looks red in the sun

I think it might be possible that another kid would turn out to be a little Pepa lol

But also Dolores and Camilo both have rather brownish than black hair, and in the light/sunlight it looks kinda red/redish, especially Camilo's. Genetics is so weird, honestly.

Also, one of the concepts for Dolores was her to be a redhead at first.

#encanto #warm colours family #family resemblance #pepa and dolores #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto concept art

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mirabelmadrigal10182004 · 1 year

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*On December 17, Camilo’s gonna to the movie*

Antonio: Hey, guys!

Camilo: Hey!

Dolores: Do you wanna watch a Avatar movie?

Camilo: Yes!

Pepa: Hold on, That’s not a scary movie. Deal?

Camilo: Deal!

Antonio: Come on, let’s go see the movie!

Camilo: Bye!

Félix: Bye, Camilo!

Pepa: Bye! Don’t take so long!

*Meanwhile, when I arrived at the cinema*

Movie theater clerk asking: Hello, May I help you?

Dolores: Hello, I’d like to 3 tickets for Avatar 2, please.

Movie theater clerk asking: At what time?

Dolores: 1:00pm.

Movie theater clerk: Now which one is format?

Dolores: 3D.

Movie theater clerk: Let me check. Oh yes, the seats are available on Saturday. Please choose the seats.

Dolores: We have a seats number 8, 9, and 10.

Movie theater clerk: Anything else?

Dolores: Nothing at all, thanks.

Movie theater clerk: Would you like to pay by Cash or card?

Dolores: Card, please.

Movie theater clerk: It’s 30 dollars in total.

Dolores: Here is my card.

*card swipe*

Movie theater clerk: Here is your tickets and here’s your 3D glasses. The films starts in 15 minutes. Enjoy the film!

Dolores: Me too, thank you! *gives her tickets* Guys, here’s your tickets and 3D glasses. The films are starts in 15 minutes.

Camilo: 15 minutes? Great! I want to snacks.

Dolores: Ok. Let’s go.

Movie theater worker girl: Hello! How can I help you?

Dolores: I’d like to some large popcorn, please.

Movie theater worker girl: Anything else?

Dolores: Antonio, would you like to drink?

Antonio: I’d like to medium coke too!

Camilo: I’d like to extra large coke, please!

Dolores: I’d like to large coke, please.

Movie theater worker girl: Alright, it’s 28 dollars.

Dolores: Here you are.

Movie theater worker girl: Here’s your large popcorn, medium coke, extra large coke, and large coke.

All: Thank you!

Movie theater worker girl: No problem, enjoy the film!

All: You too!

Dolores asked: Excuse me, sir. Do you know where the theater is?

Movie theater manager: *chuckles* We have a number 10, 9, and 8.

Dolores: Thanks for your help.

Movie theater manager: You’re welcome, enjoy the movie!

Antonio: I can’t wait to watch Avatar too.

*All watching Avatar*

*Meanwhile, movie’s over*

Dolores: Camilo, wake up. The movie’s over. Antonio, how was the movie today?

Antonio: Good.

Dolores: And how about you?

Camilo: Very nice.

*Going home*

All: Hi!

Pepa: Hey, guys! How was the movie?

Dolores: It’s very good for movie.

Pepa gasps in excitement: The movie was amazing! And you?

Camilo and Antonio: Very happy.

Félix gasps: A new Avatar movie?

Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio: Yes!

Pepa and Félix: 😄

Dolores: Alright, take care.

#disney encanto #pepa madrigal #pepa and dolores #encanto pepa #pepa encanto #felix madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto dolores #dolores madrigal #encanto #antonio madrigal #antonio encanto

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kinschi · 3 months

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Sets of three ✨️

#encanto #familia madrigal #encanto fanart #kinschi draws #madrigal siblings #pb&j #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #kinschi drawing encanto fanart in 2024 again???#it's more likely than you think #decided to finish some old sketches

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rosedosed · 10 months

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Why did I never upload my Encanto fanart I was obsessed w/this movie when it first came out

#my faves r so predictable #big stressed out. yellow devious.#encanto #luisa magridal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #doodles #my art

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theriverdraws · 4 months

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I know this movie is recent-ish, but the lack of an Encanto series is still crazy to me.

Like, it doesn't even need crazy magical lore, it can be episodic, it's so simple:

Family dynamics not seen in the movie

Why doesn't Mirabel have a gift (theory of her being the next matriarch being the most obvious one)

Seeing the other rooms

Bruno's new interactions with the townspeople and the family

FERAL ISABELA!!!

Dolores and Mariano

Unexplored trauma with Dolores and Camilo, GET THEM THEIR SOLO SONGS!!!!

The dads' sides of the family

Abuela Alma trying to do better

Childhoods of the triplets

On that same note, how the couples met each other.

More on Alma and Pedro. Etc

And if you wanted new stuff, HAVE THEM OPEN THE ENCANTO TO LET MORE PEOPLE IN, new technology that Encanto doesn't have access to, new ideas and cultures - it can even bring drama if the new people try to do bad things and the family goes all x-men on them.

It's so many possibilities that if they never do it it's a damn shame.

#THAT'S ONLY WHAT I COULD NAME AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD #LIKE DAMN LET ME WRITE IT. I NEED THIS #jokes jokes #encanto #encanto disney #mirabel madrigal #abuela alma #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #disney

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nyx-lyris · 1 year

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my encanto analysis/headcanon that no one asked for

so, i was just looking through some encanto fanart and headcanons and came across this piece (artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/ye_enc):

abuela had triplets - julieta, pepa, and bruno. both julieta and pepa had three kids - isabella, luisa, and mirabel for julieta, and dolores, camilo, and antonio for pepa.

what i noticed is that for each batch of three, each individual falls under a certain category, and it seems to follow by age.

julieta was, as this lovely fanart shows, likely depended on quite frequently for her ability to heal via her cooking. her gift would have been the most useful and therefore she likely would have been praised the most as “the perfect one”.

this, of course, next falls to isabella, who we see this with the most frequently. abuela very clearly is living the life she wished she could have lived through isabella, and is viewed as the perfect golden child by everyone around her.

dolores is a little different, but i believe she still fits the trope. she is basically the physical embodiment of “seen but not heard.” she keeps quiet on the things she knows would upset her family and doesn’t make herself heard, even when she is in pain, whether physical or emotional. she doesn’t tell anyone that she knows bruno has been living in the walls for the ten years he’s been missing; she doesn’t tell anyone about her feelings for mariano, because she knows that will upset abuela and her cousin’s “perfect for the encanto” arrangement; and one can only imagine how loud certain things are to her, that are endurable for us (fireworks, for example).

next are the middle children: pepa, luisa, and camilo. all of them have some kind of pressure on their shoulders. (and - just a fun thing i noticed - while luisa’s literal pressure is the many things she carries, pepa’s pressure is atmospheric pressure, because she controls the weather. but anyway, lol).

all three of these characters are told in one way or another to bottle up their emotions and keep them buried inside. with pepa, we see this very directly as she is constantly told by the other characters (especially abuela) to, as the fanart above shows, calm down and essentially turn off her emotions because of the damage she can cause with her weather powers. this kind of reminds me of the “conceal, don’t feel” thing that elsa had with her gloves. both pepa and elsa demonstrate the same growth throughout their movies, too - learning to accept themselves and their abilities and thus being able to control them instead of being controlled by them - but, i digress.

luisa, by contrast, is indirectly told to keep her emotions at bay. she is treated as something of a useful tool, both by the town and by abuela, and seen in a very masculine light despite her relatively feminine personality. because of this treatment and the expectation that she will always be strong that comes with it, she falls into the same category as pepa.

camilo, like dolores, is a little different, but still fits. we don’t see much of him in the movie, but i imagine he is depended on as being the funny one. if anyone reading this is into k-pop or bts, think of camilo as like the j-hope or the jin of the group. he’s always expected to be funny and smiling, lifting everyone else’s spirits - but who lifts his spirits?

and lastly, we have the youngest siblings - bruno, mirabel, and antonio. they fit into the roll, of course, of the scapegoat, of family disappointments.

bruno was rejected by the town and by his family, seen as a harbinger of chaos and horror, a bad omen - all because he can see the future, something that he obviously cannot control. but, of course, it’s easier to simply blame someone else than accept the truth or take responsibility for your own actions.

mirabel, of course, is treated in much the same way. she is seen as a bad omen, as well, and is quite literally feared to be the one who will destroy the family and the encanto, because of bruno’s vision.

antonio does not quite fit into this category, but i think if he had not gotten a gift, he would have been shunned in much the same way as bruno or mirabel. it can also be argued that his gift isn’t really very useful, and we can see abuela struggle for a moment to think of how they could put his gift to use at the breakfast at the beginning of the movie (”i told them to warm up your seat”).

anyway - this is all to say that each of the siblings in each of the batches of three appears to fill (or almost fill) the same rolls. i’m sure someone else has already noticed this and i’m just late to the party - but i thought it was cool.

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icecry · 1 year

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✨THE THIEF AND THE PROPHET ✨ CHAPTER 1: 【 SEVEN SWORDS OF THE HERMIT 】

「 Over a year and a half after the miracle had been restored, the village is humming with excitement in preparation for the union of Dolores Madrigal and Mariano Guzman. Now that the extended family is back in town, Pepa and Julieta make sure their brother is no longer the odd one out of the wedding plans. Although he is glad to be reunited with his family, Bruno still feels he needs to tread lightly in hopes not to disappoint. In a moment of quiet self-reflection, the chiming of a traveling jewelry merchant catches Bruno surprise... 」

CHAPTER 1 of my ENCANTO x ROAD TO EL DORADO crossover comic.

Thank you to EVERYONE who has been patiently waiting for this. I first saw this movie a little over a year ago during a busy and stressful time. As much as it pains me not to be able to dedicate as much time to personal projects anymore, it's a reminder of how fortunate I am to be working full-time in my dream career in animation.

I hope you stick around for the rest of the story. There is so much information in every panel. NOTHING is without meaning.

CHAPTER 2: We'll touch base with some of Bruno's nieces and nephews, hear from a few folks around town, and get a glimpse into Chel's home life and her history in The Encanto. Is this even the same Chel that we know from centuries ago?

Until then! ✨

#encanto #disney encanto #bruno madrigal #we don't talk about bruno #bruno #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores encanto #pepa encanto #disney #disney crossover #dreamworks #road to el dorada #chel #icecry #myart #encanto fanart

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jacarandaaaas · 1 month

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Happy International Womens day to all the incredibly strong and inspirational women of encanto ✨🕯️

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #yes almas here twice she deserves it #encanto women #disney’s encanto #shout out to all my women!!#how are we feeling today!?

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cloudy-encanto · 1 year

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💛🧡💛

This photo from earlier WIPs but pls they’re so cute 🥹✨

#pepa and dolores #Encanto 3d fanart #art wip #autodeskmaya #dolores fanart #pepa my beloved

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foreveranevilregal · 2 years

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I have a fluff idea if you’re interested,I forgot where I got it from but it was soo cute.🥹

Just…Pepa and Felix have to get marry again because Antonio/Camilo(any of them) is sad that they didn't invite him to their wedding. Like seeing his parents’ wedding photos but he wasn’t in those photos so he just assumes that they throw a secret party without telling him. 😂

How cute! Here it finally is. ^_^ That's right, I'm still here.

“What are you doing?” Camilo plopped down next to his sister.

“Looking at pictures in the photo album.” Dolores scooted over on the couch. “Want to join me?”

“Sure!” He began rifling through the pages, bending the edges in his excitement.

“Careful.” Dolores gently pried his small fingers off the book. “The album is delicate; we don’t want to ruin it.”

“Oh, okay, sorry.” Camilo nodded solemnly, placing his hands on his lap. Although the album was now protected, his fingers would not be stilled and kept drumming on the tops of his legs. He leaned over to see which page Dolores was looking at. “Hey, that’s Mira!” He exclaimed.

“That’s right.” Dolores smiled, angling the book towards him. “This was her last birthday party.” The photo in question featured a beaming Mirabel, glasses almost bigger than her face, surrounded by the entire family. Well, except for… “See, there’s her cake.” Dolores pointed at the page to distract herself from her thoughts.

“And there I am!” Camilo’s tiny finger prodded at the photo, leaving a smudge over his face. He grinned proudly, showing off the gap where he had recently lost a tooth.

Dolores stifled a laugh. “There you are,” she agreed. “All of us are here in the picture, celebrating with Mira.”

Camilo frowned, opening his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. His attention returned to the photo. “That was a fun day,” he reminisced. Señor García from the market had brought candy and slipped him a few extra pieces when his mamá wasn’t looking. Plus his tía had made a really yummy cake.

“It sure was.” Dolores flipped a few pages back. “And look, there’s your gift ceremony!”

Camilo craned over to himself standing in front of the door that gave him his super cool gift. Ever since that night, he could shapeshift into whoever he wanted, as long as he knew what they looked like. “I got the coolest gift,” he bragged, puffing up his chest. Screwing up his features in concentration, he shifted into every family member in turn, starting from his abuela, and all the way down.

Dolores gave him a faint smile in amusement. “What did mamá say about shifting?” She reminded him.

“Not to do it unless I needed to.” Camilo adjusted Mirabel’s glasses with a sigh and turned back into himself. “Sorry, Lola.”

They continued going through the photo album, Dolores skipping over any pages she thought Camilo would find boring (which was a lot of them). Flipping the page over, she paused. This was a good one. “Want to see my favorite picture?”

“Yeah!” Camilo moved closer to her so he could see the photo better. Slowly, a smile of recognition lit up his face. “That’s mamá! And papá!” He clapped his hands excitedly.

“It is.” Dolores let a soft smile spread on her face. Her mamá looked absolutely stunning in her dress and her veil. And her papá was very handsome in his guayabera. Both of them looked like they’d struck gold. Indeed, a bright sun bathed them in a golden glow, and a brilliant rainbow arced over them. Although she hardly needed the weather to confirm how happy her mamá had been; the love shining in her eyes made it more than evident. Dolores wiped a happy tear out of the corner of her eye. “This was their wedding day, when they got married.”

“Mamá was beautiful,” Camilo noted, touching the photo gingerly.

Dolores hummed. “She was.”

“And papá was all dressed up.” Camilo giggled. “It’s weird.”

“He looked very handsome,” Dolores defended, but secretly she saw where he was coming from. Their papá definitely preferred to dress more casually.

Camilo studied the photo carefully, taking in every detail. Suddenly he lifted his head. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Well, that photo was just of the two of them…” Dolores turned back a couple pages until she found what she was looking for. “There’s one with their families.”

Camilo took in the group of people gathered around his parents. He recognized his tíos and tías, and of course his abuela, but… “Where am I?”

“What do you mean, Milo?”

“I don’t see myself in the picture.” He pointed at the crowd. “Where am I?”

Dolores let out a laugh. “You weren’t there, hermanito.”

He appeared crestfallen. “I wasn’t?”

Dolores shook her head. “No, of course not.”

He frowned. “So mamá and papá had this big party and they didn’t even invite me?”

The idea struck Dolores as ridiculous, and she couldn’t suppress her laughter.

That was clearly the wrong thing to do. Camilo pushed the album back onto her lap and slid off the couch. “I don’t want to look at pictures anymore,” he announced dejectedly before leaving the room.

Dolores stood up, setting down the album. “Wait, Camilo, that’s not what I meant-“ she called after him, but he was already gone. She groaned.

Dinner that night was a more subdued affair than they were used to. Instead of cracking jokes and shifting into random kids from around the village to give his mamá a scare, Camilo sat quietly, pushing food around his plate.

“You okay, mi rayo de sol?” Pepa set down her fork and knife and examined him concernedly. “You’ve hardly touched your food.”

He shrugged. “Not hungry, mamá.”

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Not hungry? Is this the same boy that kept trying to shift into other family members to get more food at breakfast?”

The corner of his lip quirked up in a weak attempt at a smile. Carefully, he guided his fork into his mouth, swallowing the food almost as soon as he’d eaten it. He smiled at his mamá, hoping he hadn’t made her sad.

Pepa’s eyes lingered on him, but after a few more bites she seemed satisfied that he was all right.

Finally, everyone else had emptied their plates and started to clear the table. Camilo used the commotion to slip away unnoticed.

Or so he thought.

Pepa pulled Dolores aside as the others cleaned. “Have you seen your brother?”

Dolores pursed her lips in thought. “No, he must have left without us noticing.”

Pepa sighed. “He hardly ate anything. That’s not like him.”

Dolores put on a brave smile. “Mamá, I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he just wasn’t hungry.”

Pepa shook her head. “No, Camilo is always hungry. I had trouble getting you to eat when you were little, but he’s always been good about finishing his food. Something is wrong.”

Dolores worried her lower lip between her teeth. “Mamá, I’m sure everything is fine.” The words sounded unconvincing even to her.

Pepa fixed Dolores with a look. “Dolores, if you know something…”

Dolores glanced up uneasily at the cloud that had started forming over their heads. She sighed. “We were looking at pictures in the photo album today,” she began uncertainly.

“Okay…” Pepa gestured for her to continue.

“Some of the pictures were from your wedding. Camilo wanted to know why he wasn’t there.”

Pepa closed her eyes, letting out a weary sigh. “What did you tell him?”

“I didn’t get to tell him anything. He said something about you not inviting him, and the idea was so funny that I couldn’t help laughing. At the comment, not at him,” she clarified. “Then he got up, said he didn’t want to look at pictures anymore, and left.”

“Ay, Lola…” Pepa massaged her temples. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Dolores pouted. “But I wasn’t laughing at him! Obviously there was no way you could invite him because he didn’t exist yet!”

“I know that, but he doesn’t.” Pepa exhaled slowly. “I need to go talk to him.” She excused herself from the kitchen and went to find Camilo.

Camilo had already gotten into bed. He was too sad to stay awake. Why wouldn’t his mamá and papá want him at their wedding? Didn’t they want him around? Did that mean they didn’t love him? He sniffled quietly.

There was a quiet knock on his door. “Camilo?” It was his mamá. She came inside, standing in the doorway and looking at him worriedly.

“Hola, mamá,” he greeted her glumly.

She crossed the room and sat on his bed next to him. “I saved you some arepas from dinner.” She held up a small bundle wrapped in cloth.

Happiness flickered briefly in his eyes before extinguishing. “Thanks, mamá, but I’m not hungry.”

“Not even for arepas?” Pepa questioned. “They’re your favorite.”

They were his favorite, but how could he eat knowing that his parents didn’t want him at their wedding? When they’d invited everyone else. His answer came in the form of him turning his back on her, staring at the wall and trying to keep his lower lip from wobbling.

“Camilo…” His mamá’s hand came to rest on his shoulder and turned him gently to face her again. “What’s wrong, mi bebé?”

He debated how to say what was bothering him, but ended up only saying, “I’m sad, mamá,” before the tears began trickling down his cheeks.

“Ay, Milo…” Pepa scooped him up in her arms, cradling his head to her chest and rocking him as he cried. “Te amo tanto, mi vida,” she murmured as she rocked him back and forth.

He mumbled something, but the words were garbled through the tears.

“What did you say, mi amor?”

He wiped the tears off his face. “I said, you love me, but not enough to invite me to your wedding.”

“Oh, Milo…” She stroked her hand soothingly over unruly curls. “What do you mean?”

He sniffled. “Dolores was showing me some pictures today, and I saw you and papá at your wedding. And everyone else was there too, but I wasn’t. Why didn’t you invite me?”

“Ay, mi bebé…” She held his head tighter to her chest. “That’s not how it was.”

He pulled his head away. “What do you mean, that’s not how it was?” He demanded, sounding hurt. “I saw the pictures.”

Pepa paused for a second. “Oh good, then you can tell me if you saw Dolores in them.”

Camilo stopped to think. “I don’t think so…” he answered hesitantly.

“What about any of your primas?”

He shook his head. “They weren’t there either.”

“That’s right.” Pepa smiled at him, taking his small hand in her own. “None of you were there.”

He absorbed the information, then his face sank again. None of them were there. Did his mamá not like kids or something? “You didn’t want any of us there.”

“Of course we would have wanted you there, you’re our bebé,” Pepa reassured him. “There was just one problem.”

This caught his attention. “What?”

“You weren’t born yet.”

“What??”

Pepa laughed heartily. “Your papá and I got married before you were born. Before any of you were born, in fact. That’s why none of you are in the pictures.”

“Oh…” Camilo let this new information sink in. An idea began to form in his mind. “Well, we’re all born now.”

Pepa tilted her head in confusion. “Yes?”

“So you guys should have another wedding!” Camilo suggested, his eyes gleaming hopefully. “That way we can all be there.”

It made perfect sense. If none of them could be there because they weren’t born, then they should just have another wedding so they could be there.

His mom appeared less thrilled at the idea than he was. “I don’t know, mijo…” she trailed off. “Having a wedding isn’t so easy.”

“Good thing that all of us kids are here to help you now.” He shot her his most winning smile, showing off every single one of his teeth.

Pepa hid her face behind her hand, letting out a small noise of exasperation, but showing just a sliver of a smile. “You’re impossible, Milo,” she mused. “You and your papá can convince me to do anything.”

“So that’s a yes?” He began bouncing up and down in his bed.

“It’s a yes.”

* * *

“I still can’t believe I let Camilo talk me into this.” Pepa smoothed down the front of her dress nervously.

“It’ll be fine,” Julieta reassured her, fastening the dress and stepping back to double check. “You look beautiful.”

“Really?” Pepa chewed her lip anxiously.

“Really, tía. Here.” Isabela handed her a flower. “For your hair.”

“Thank you, Isa.” Pepa accepted the flower with a smile and placed it behind her ear.

“Remember, this isn’t actually a whole wedding. Just the best parts, for Camilo.” Julieta reminded her, putting the veil on top of her head. “So no need to agonize. He’s just happy to be there.”

Pepa nodded, exhaling deeply. “You’re right.” And yet, she was still anxious for some unfathomable reason. Heaviness settled in the pit of her stomach, and she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. Her hands drifted to her hair reflexively as she began chanting her mantra. “Clear skies, clear skies.”

“You already got through the real wedding.” Julieta hugged her carefully. “This is just for fun.”

Being reminded of her actual wedding brought back unpleasant memories: of teasing and smirks and thoughtless jokes that caused her to hurricane. Of a brother that had ruined everything.

Of a brother that wasn’t here this time.

Pepa shook the thoughts out of her head and took a deep breath to steel herself. “Just for fun,” she repeated.

Isabela handed her the bouquet and then they went outside.

After Camilo had made his request, Pepa explained his wish to the rest of the family. Thankfully, everyone was on board. Just like Camilo had predicted, the children and their gifts were a huge help. Isabela had conjured up breathtaking flowers that spilled over all around the meadow. Luisa had done the heavy lifting, both figuratively and literally, to get everything set up, from the chairs to the altar. Dolores had kept an ear out for anything that could go wrong and alerted Pepa so she could fix it as soon as possible. Camilo, well, Camilo was everywhere, doing whatever was asked of him for once. And whatever Mirabel lacked in terms of a magical gift was more than made up for by her skill with a needle and thread. She had embroidered beautiful ribbons for her and Félix, patterned with suns and raindrops. She had offered them up shyly, apologizing for her lack of a gift, but to Pepa, Mirabel’s thoughtfulness and effort were the best gift she could imagine.

Although the family was on board, the church was not; insisting that they were already married and they couldn’t conduct the ceremony again. So, instead of in the church, they had chosen to reenact their wedding in the meadow. It was lovely and spacious, giving them plenty of room for both the ceremony and the subsequent dancing.

The priest had absolutely refused to take any part in this, so one of Félix’s friends stepped in to conduct the ceremony. He talked about the beauty of marriage, of making a lifelong commitment to someone and wanting to celebrate it with your loved ones.

Feeling her attention start to drift during the long speech, Pepa caught Camilo waggling his fingers at her out of the corner of her eye and smiled towards him. He could barely sit still, but she saw he was trying very hard for this. And, she noticed with satisfaction, he’d even managed to keep his nice clothes clean.

Once the speech was done, the bride and groom recited their vows once more. And yes, Pepa cried again, plastering the veil to her face with rain. Félix just had a way with words that always got to her. Shakily, she read through hers as well, the paper she held turning into a mushy clump in her hand, focusing on the way Félix’s hands gripped her own, grounding her through her storm.

It was a good thing he was there to steady her, because her hands were trembling so badly she almost spilled wax on his nice guayabera when they lit their candles. Fortunately, she managed to move the candle away at the last second and wax dripped onto the altar instead. Not even her rain could wash that away.

But, being the wonderful man that he was, he just laughed it off, and continued the ceremony. They lit their joint candle, and exchanged rings once more (well, more like removed and put back on, but details). After this, they were pronounced husband and wife and everyone jumped out of their seats, whooping joyfully.

Pepa had gotten so swept up in her emotions, she’d almost forgotten this wasn’t the real thing. It was like she was thrown back to that day over a dozen years ago when she’d finally gotten to marry Félix. Then she saw Camilo milling around with his cousins and caught his eye.

He tore away from the group and ran towards her. “Mamá! That was awesome!” He exclaimed breathlessly, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Yeah?” Pepa laughed. “I thought you were getting bored during the speech.”

“Well, he did talk for a very long time,” Camilo acknowledged, “and it was kinda mushy, but he was saying stuff about how much you guys love each other and are happy together, and how we all want to celebrate your love.” A brief grimace was quickly replaced by a genuine smile.

“Here we are, celebrating.” Pepa swept an arm around the meadow. They’d cleared away the chairs to make more room for the festivities. Someone had brought instruments, so people were dancing to a lively tune. This time, she’d even managed to keep the guests dry. “Was it what you hoped for?”

Camilo nodded so eagerly that Pepa thought his head would fall off. “Wait,” he said. “Something is missing.”

Pepa mentally ran through the list of things she planned to include for her wedding. She’d hit every point on the list. She frowned. “What?”

“Pictures!” Camilo bounded towards the rest of the family, yanking her along by her hand.

Of course. The reason they were doing all of this in the first place: so they could have photos to remember the day by. She chuckled. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s take some pictures!”

Somehow, they managed to arrange everyone so they all fit in the picture. Pepa and Félix were in the middle, with Dolores standing next to Félix and Camilo standing in front of Pepa. The rest of the family filled in the space around them.

“Ready, everyone?” The photographer had finished setting up the camera.

Everyone nodded and jostled about to make sure they were all visible.

“Three…”

“Two…”

“One…”

Click!

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