Alma Madrigal was confused when she entered her second born's room. "Pepa, mi dulce Gota de Lluvia, Dolores isn't going to be executed," she explained. "Why are you packing your bags?"
"I can't live with her anymore," Pepa exclaimed.
"Julieta has apologized a billion times," Alma said.
"I don't care," Pepa said. A small storm cloud was forming over her head. "She laid her hands on my baby. We're taking Antonio with us. Camilo and Dolores are old enough to choose. We will respect their decision. We're not leaving the Encanto, but we're moving into a townhouse."
"Felix," Alma started. He was always the one who talked some sense into his wife. When no one else could, he was able to.
"I'm on Pepa's side on this," Felix stated. "Julieta used to be one of my closest friends. I've known her longer than I've known Agustin and Alberto. However, what she did was unforgivable."
"Mi dulce Gota de Lluvia, please," Alma said. "She's your family."
"Not anymore," Pepa said coldly. "Maybe I'll forgive her one day. However, she will never be my sister again."
The sixteen-year-old Julieta Madrigal stood at her post. The sun was extra bright that afternoon. Pepa ran over to her sister. "Julieta, guess what?" Pepa asked. "Felix finally asked me out. ¡Qué día tan Alegre!"
"This is great news," Julieta exclaimed.
"Will you help me get ready?" Pepa asked.
"Of course," Julieta said.
"I'm sure Agustin will ask you out soon," Pepa said.
"If he can survive long enough to take me on a date," Julieta joked. "That boy comes here multiple times a day. I think I just saw him get back in line. He was just here after a vicious hornet attack."
"I think he does it because he likes you," Pepa said.
"Or he might just be a clutz," Julieta counterpointed.
"Creo que escucho campanas de boda," Pepa taunted lovingly.
"Shut up," Julieta responded.
Mariano and Dolores walked through the town. Their arms were linked together as they walked. "I was thinking we could learn sign language," Mariano explained. "It would be more convenient than the writing."
"Oh, look," Angelo taunted. "It's Mariano and his puta. How much are you paying her?"
"I'd shut up," Mariano snapped. "I can take you in a fight again."
"You know it's the truth," Angelo said. "That's why she disappeared. Dolores didn't disappear to kill her cousin and brother. She wanted to take her whore activities elsewhere. She ran out of guys in the Encanto. Poor Isabela and Camilo got dragged along."
Dolores released Mariano's arm. This mierda has to end now. She walked over and punched Angelo in the nose. "No more Mierda," she said. She extended her arm to Mariano. He took her arm gladly before they walked off.
¡Qué día tan Alegre!; What a joyous day!
Creo que escucho campanas de boda; I think I hear wedding bells
Mierda; bullshit
