Chapter 6

At school the next day, Mirabel told her friends about Marcos invitation.

"(Squeals), that's so great, Mirabel." said Valentina.

"What are you going to wear?" asked Angela.

"I don't know. But it better be nice."

"Maybe you could have Marcos take you shopping." Valentina suggested.

"Well I'll ask him about the dress code."

So later on, Mirabel talked with Marcos about the dinner.

"So Marcos what kind of dress code is needed for this dinner?"

"Oh nothing too fancy. Dress nice but make sure you're comfortable." Marcos instructed.

"Great."

Marcos told Mirabel that dinner would be on Saturday at 6:00, and he'd pick her up at 5:00.

That night back in her room, Mirabel rummaged through her closet.

"There must be something in here."

Then she pulled out two dresses, one was teal with short sleeves and the other was pink with long sleeves.

"Hmm, which one is better for dinner?"

Then there was a knock at her door.

"Adelante."

The door opened, and Bruno stood in the doorway.

"Oh, hola Tio Bruno."

"Hola, Mirabel, que pasa?"

"Just looking for a dress. Which one do you think is nicer?"

She held up both dresses for him to see. Bruno looked at them, and then answered.

"I think you'd look better in the pink dress. What's the event?"

"Oh, just dinner at a friend's house."

"Okay, I hope you have fun."

Then he left, and closed the door. "Well the pink dress it is." Mirabel declared.

When Saturday came around, Mirabel spent a lot of time getting ready for the dinner. She took a shower, gave herself a facial, got dressed, styled her hair, and put on some makeup. By the time she finished, she was all dolled up like a princess.

"Mirabel, are you almost done in there?" called Luisa's voice.

"Si, you've been in there for hours." added Isabela.

"I'm coming out." Mirabel told them.

When she opened the door, the elder sisters were shocked.

"Mirabel que?" asked Luisa.

"Look at you. What are you wearing, and where are you going?"

"I'm going out with Marcos."

"Marcos, who's Marcos?"

"Mi novio."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Since when do you have a boyfriend?"

Mirabel just shrugged, and went to her room.

After getting her purse, she went downstairs to wait for Marcos. As she waited, the adults came around the corner, and was surprised to see her all dressed up.

"Mirabel, where are you going?" asked Abuela.

"I'm going to my friend's house for dinner."

"Your friend, what friend?" Felix questioned.

"Is this the friend Camillo mentioned." Pepa wondered.

"He told his parents too?" Mirabel thought.

Just then there was the sound of a car horn honking.

"Oh, there he is."

"Mirabel wait." Julieta said, getting between her daughter and the door.

"Que?"

"Who is this friend and where's his house. We don't want you to get hurt."

"Nothing's going to happen to me."

She tried to go past her mom, but this time her dad came in.

"Mirabel who is this guy?" he wanted to know.

"His name's Marcos. And he's waiting for me."

Mirabel then managed to get to the door, and left the casita. The rest of the family watched as Mirabel went out to it. Marcos, who was wearing a white shirt, black pants, and black shoes; opened the passenger door for her.

She got in, and after he got in they drove off.

"Did you see that car?" asked Pepa.

"What kind of teenager has a car like that?" asked Abuela.

"Who is this guy?" wondered Julieta.

On the drive there, Mirabel was a little nervous.

"Nervous?" Marcos asked her.

"A little. I mean I don't know how to behave in this high society world of yours." Mirabel confessed.

"Don't worry. You just have to enjoy yourself while minding your manners."

He held one of her hands, and Mirabel smiled at him. They soon came the wealthier part of the city, Mirabel was in complete awe. The houses were large and luxurious looking, in driveways were many fancy expensive looking cars, and many people were wearing fancy clothes.

"Wow, impressive."

Then they rolled into a driveway, to a large mansion.

"Well here we are." Marcos told her.

He helped her out of the car, and she looked at the mansion.

"It's bonito." she awed.

"And it's even nicer inside."

He held out his arm to her, and she took it. When they came to the front door, it was opened by a butler.

"Welcome home, Senior Marcos."

"De nada, Estaban." replied Marcos.

As they walked inside, Mirabel was even more impressed. The floor was a polished wooden floor, a sparkly chandelier was hung from the ceiling, and there was a grand staircase.

"Nice place."

"Gracias. Come on, my brothers are waiting for us."

They went further into the house, and went to the living room. It was a large room, with white carpet, at least three black leather couches, a large glass coffee table, fancy lights hanging from above, and on the walls were many family photos and artwork.

"Nice room." Mirabel complimented.

Just then two older guys came in. They both looked similar to Marcos, only a little older.

"Marcos is this your girl?" one asked.

"Si, Mirabel, these are mi hermanos, Lorenzo and Esteban."

Lorenzo looked about Isabela's age. His hair was short and straight, he had a mustache and beard, and he was wearing khaki slacks, red shirt, and black shoes. And Esteban was around Luisa's age, and he had curly short hair, and wore a blue shirt, black pants, and brown shoes.

"You must be Mirabel. Bienvenidos to our home." greeted Lorenzo.

"Gracias." Mirabel replied.

"Marcos has told us all about you." added Esteban.

"All of them good I hope." Mirabel glanced at Marcos.

"Of course."

"Well why don't we start dinner?" suggested Lorenzo.

And they all went to the dining room.

The dining room was just as elegant as the rest of the house. The walls were painted white, there was a brown rug on the floor, the table was very long, had a white table cloth on it, a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

And the table was set very nicely, and was filled with food.

"I hope you're hungry." said Marcos.

Mirabel smiled, as Marcos pulled out a chair for her. The maids came out, poured drinks, and served them food. Mirabel wasn't quite used to this kind of treatment, and it felt a little awkward. Marcos noticed this, and put his hand on top of hers to comfort her.

She looked at him and smiled. Once all the food was served, they started eating. The food was delicious, almost as good as her mom's.

"Enjoying the picada colombiana?" asked Lorenzo.

"Si. It's delicious."

"Glad you like it. Our cook used to work at one of the best restaurants in the city." informed Esteban.

"So Marcos says you're somewhat of fashion designer."

"Oh I wouldn't say fashion designer. I just like to dabble sometimes."

"Well every designer starts somewhere."

Mirabel smiled and blushed a little. Back home they would never talk about her hobby at dinner.

For dessert, the maids brought out a Colombian pound cake and some torta de tres leches.

"Did you cook bake these too?" asked Mirabel, as she ate apiece of cake.

"Actually, we had these delivered from a bakery in another city." explained Marcos.

"Si." agreed Lorenzo.

"Impressive."

When they were finished Marcos decided to give Mirabel the tour. He showed her the media room, pool, gym, the outdoor pool, and the lenai. As they stood outside, they noticed what a nice night it was.

The sky was clear, the stars shined, and there was a full moon.

"(Sighs) I never thought I'd ever be in a casa bigger than my casita." Mirabel said.

"Well now you are." Marcos told her.

He then put his arm around her. Mirabel smiled, as she felt his embrace.

"Come on, Mirabel. I better get you back home." he told her.

Mirabel said goodbye to Lorenzo and Esteban, and got into Marcos' car.

"Looks like our brother's picked a good one." said Lorenzo.

"Si, she's a lovely nina." Esteban added.

The two then looked at each other with devious looks.

"She'll make a fine edition to the familia's collection."

"Si, she will."

That's chapter 6, plz review. I'd also like to thank Nonchalantly44 and An Undercover Changeling for reviewing