Mirabel painted " Cursed" in red on her wall. She wrote it so big you could see it a long distance away. She was sure Casita set her up. Made her think there were cracks. Make her look like she was trying to ruin Antonio's night.
She hummed to herself. It was a sad and depressing tune. She sewed a bunch of different colored fabric together, not making anything in particular. After she was sent upstairs, everyone went back to partying. They sounded like they were having so much fun. They didn't care that she was unhappy. Typical.
Knock. Knock.
" Come in!"
Mirabel heard the door open. She continued to sew, not even bothering to turn around.
" Oh, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Mirabel asked.
" I came to see you."
It was Isabela. Mirabel smiled hysterically. She stood up, finally turning around.
" Oh, Isa, hello! How's my favorite hermana?"
Isabela raised an eyebrow. Mirabel smirked at her. Isabela shifted uncomfortably.
" Wow, rude, Isa. You're just going to ignore me? What did you even come here for?"
" Mira, are you… okay?" Isabela questioned.
" Oh, yes, totally fine. Now run along. Back to the party you go."
However, Isabela didn't go. Instead, she closed the door, making sure to lock it behind her. Mirabel circled her sister as if she was her prey.
" Aw, you're not going to give me a comforting hug?" Mirabel asked mockingly.
Isabela did not notice the feigned hurt in her sister's voice. She tightly wrapped her arms around her sister. Mirabel sighed peacefully, both mockingly and lovingly stroking her sister's hair. She breathed in deeply.
" You'll get in trouble if Abuela catches you in here," she whispered, her love for her sister coming back.
" I told her I had a headache and was going to my room to sleep it off. She will never suspect I'm here. She thinks she knows for sure that I hate you. That I want nothing to do with you," Isabela whispered back.
" Wow, Isa. I must say, I'm impressed," Mirabel snickered.
" Are you sure you're feeling alright, Mira?" Isabela questioned. " You're acting… weird," she noted.
" Weird how?" Mirabel asked.
" I don't know, just weird," Isabela answered.
" Oh, wow, thanks, Isa, that totally helps," Mirabel teased.
" Let me help you wash that paint off your wall," Isabela said.
" Why?" Mirabel asked.
" Because you're not cursed," Isabela answered.
" Says who?"
" Says me."
Mirabel firmly grabbed her sister's wrist. Her insane look came back. She hummed as she played with her sister's hair.
" The paint stays. It makes my room look so much better," Mirabel whispered.
She let go of her Isa's wrist. Isabela rubbed it. Mirabel smirked at her. She sat on her bed.
" I think I should go," Isabela said.
" I think you should stay and talk to me," Mirabel snarled.
" Uh…."
" That wasn't a suggestion, Isa. Come sit down," Mirabel demanded.
" You need to calm down!"
" Come sit down and TALK…. TO… ME!"
A rainbow beam hit Isabela, draining her energy and power from her. Mirabel blew up her desk, destroying it and everything on it. She blew on her fingers, extinguishing a flame.
" Come here, Isa. Come on."
This time, Isabela obeyed. She sat down on the bed with her sister. Mirabel nudged her.
" What's wrong, Isa? Are you really starting to hate me?"
Once again, Isa did not notice the feigned hurt in her voice.
" NO! Of course not!"
" Hm, you sure are acting like it."
She got the reaction she wanted. Isabela pouted, a guilty look on her face. Mirabel crossed her arms and turned away, continuing to manipulate her sister's emotions.
" I'm sorry," Isabela apologized.
Mirabel's expression softened.
" Are you?"
" Yes."
" I supposed I forgive you."
Isabela smiled. She pulled her sister into a hug. Mirabel smiled victoriously. As far as she knew, she wasn't acting unusual. She didn't notice her difference in behavior. In her eyes, Isabela was just paranoid.
" I love you, Mira."
" I love you too, Isa."
Dolores wanted to leave. The ceremony was way too loud. However, she couldn't. She was covering for Isabela. She was starting to wonder if she should tell Alma. She heard Mirabel assault Isabela. Then, things calmed down. so, it was all good. Dolores continued to make sure Alma wouldn't check on Isabela herself.
" Is Isabela still doing horrible?" Alma questioned.
" Yeah, she just fell asleep," Dolores lied.
" Excellent. She needs the rest," Alma said.
She walked away. Dolores sighed with relief. She didn't want Isa to get in trouble. She lost sight of what she was doing and where she was. Her eyes caught the man of her dreams, Mariano. Mariano was dating Isabela. They were to get married. Dolores knew Isabela didn't want to marry him. She knew she was gay.
She and Mirabel were hanging out so much two years ago. Isabela would laugh and flirt with her sister. Dolores decided to confront her. Isabela looked at her like she was crazy.
( " Do I have a crush on my sister? Ew, Dolores, gross! What kind of question is that? No, my heart is saved for somebody else. Someone who isn't my sister, thank you very much." )
" Hey, Dolores."
" H- hi, Mariano."
" I would ask Isabela, but she isn't feeling well. So, would you like to dance with me?"
" S- sure."
" Great, come on."
Mariano led Dolores on the dance floor. Slow music was playing. Mariano put one hand on Dolores' waist and held her hand with his other hand. Dolores' free hand rested on Mariano's shoulder. Dolores blushed. Mariano just smiled sweetly at her. They both swayed back and forth. Dolores subconsciously rested her head in Mariano's chest. Mariano gasped, smiled sweetly, then rested his chin on Dolores' shoulder.
Luisa and Camilo watched Mariano and Dolores dance.
" They're cute together," Luisa remarked.
" Yeah, such a shame he's dating Isabela. He and Dolores are made for each other," Camilo agreed.
" The things you do for your family," Luisa sighed.
She held up her glass of fruit bunch. " Cheers!"
" Cheers!"
Clank!
They both took a sip out of their glass. Dolores and Mariano continued to dance. Both of Mariano's hands were now wrapped tightly around Dolores' waist, while Dolores' arms were wrapped tightly around Mariano's neck. Both of them had their eyes closed.
Mirabel's eyes widened. She listened more closely. Was that music? Ugh, slow music! She paused, slowly turning her head towards Isabela. A grin spread across her face.
" You hear that?" she asked.
" Hear what?"
" The music," Mirabel answered.
" Yeah, so?"
" Let's dance," Mirabel suggested.
" Oh, Mira, we're sisters! We're not supposed to dance like that!" Isabela exclaimed.
" Why not? It's not like we're in love. We're just dancing the right way you're supposed to dance to this song," Mirabel pushed.
" You can dance however you want to," Isabela protested.
" Are you saying you don't want to dance with me?" Mirabel whined.
" N- no, that's- that's not w- what I meant," Isabela stuttered.
" Come on, Isa. It's just a dance. What are you so afraid of? Lighten up a little."
" F- fine," Isabela reluctantly agreed.
She awkwardly got up. Mirabel took her hand with one hand, her other hand landing on her waist. Isabela put her free hand on Mirabel's shoulder.
They slowly moved to the beat. Mirabel took the lead. Isabela kept stepping on her feet. Mirabel chuckled, amused. It was clear Isabela did not know how to do this dance. Mirabel sighed peacefully. She rested her head on Isabela's chest. Isabela snuggled into Mirabel. They were now just cuddling with each other, slowly moving along to the beat.
" You don't like Mariano that way," Mirabel murmured.
" What!" Isabela gasped, breaking the dance.
" Dolores likes Mariano in that way. You just see him as a friend. In fact, you're saving your heart for someone else. Someone named-"
" Don't you dare!"
" Someone named-"
" Mirabel…"
" Someone named Valentina!"
Isabela's cheeks turned pink. Mirabel was grinning from ear to ear. Isabela frowned.
" How'd you know about that? Did Dolores tell you?" she questioned.
" Nope, just call it… sister's instinct," Mirabel told her.
" You didn't tell anyone… did you?" Isabela questioned.
" No, of course not. We don't need Alma mistreating you too," Mirabel hissed.
She and Isabela gasped. She had just called their abuela by her actual name. Isabela shifted uncomfortably.
" I'm going to my room," she announced.
" Why?" Mirabel inquired.
" You're starting to creep me out," Isabela admitted.
" Excuse you?!"
Mirabel stripped Isabela from her energy and power. Isabela felt like she was going to faint. Once Mirabel felt like her power was at the right amount, she blasted Isabela, who fell onto the floor.
" What do you mean I'm creeping you out?"
" You've been acting differently ever since you ruined Antonio's ceremony!" Isabela yelled.
" I DIDN'T RUIN HIS CEREMONY! HE GOT HIS FUCKING GIFT, DIDN'T HE? HOW CAN YOU THINK I RUINED HIS CEREMONY? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! TRUSTED ME! HOW COULD YOU?!" Mirabel screamed.
That got everyone's attention. The crowd gasped. Mariano and Dolores stopped dancing. Camilo and Luisa spat out the fruit punch. The music abruptly stopped. Alma scowled.
" Everyone stay down here," she demanded.
" Oh, shit," Dolores thought.
Isabela stared at her sister. She was completely stunned. Mirabel snarled at her.
" What has gotten into you?" Isabela questioned in a soft voice.
" I don't know," Mirabel admitted.
She walked over and held out her hand. Isabela reached for it. The door swung open.
" GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU MONSTER!" Alma screamed.
Mirabel's eyes widened. Her heart shattered. Isabela pulled herself up.
" Monster. Monster. Monster."
That one word echoed in Mirabel's mind. Was she a monster? She did hurt her own sister. But she didn't mean to. Did she?
" Come on, Isabela," Alma commanded.
Isabela reluctantly and slowly exited the room. Mirabel looked at her with a mixture of guilt, sadness, and bitterness. Alma held Isabela protectively.
" Casita, lock Mirabel up in her room!"
Bars suddenly appeared in all the possibly exits. Isabela had to cover her mouth so she wouldn't gasp. Mirabel's door slammed shut. Alma turned to Isabela.
" You okay, mi mariposa?"
" Uh huh."
" Let's get you back to bed."
The ceremony ended. Alma forced everybody that was not family out of the house. Antonio looked upset and confused. He had no idea what was going on. He heard yelling but that's all he knew.
" Everyone, go up to your rooms," Alma demanded.
…
Dolores sat on her bed. She cried silently. She felt extremely guilty. Isa relied on her. She trusted her. And she failed her. Isa was probably pissed off at her.
Mirabel explored her gift. She figured she had nothing better to do. She had a feeling she was going to be trapped in her for a while. She was disgusted with herself. How could she hurt her hermana like that? Isa probably hated her now. She had to find a way to get out of her. She had to apologize. She groaned and grunted, concentrating as hard as she could.
" Errrrrr…"
Isabela paced around her room. Millions of thoughts ran through her brain. What was up with Mirabel? Why was she acting like that? Did she really mean everything she said? How did she figure out I liked someone else? Why did Dolores stop looking out? Something must've distracted her, right?
Isabela groaned. She plopped down on her bed. She wanted to see Mirabel. Tell her everything was going to be okay. But she couldn't.
" I'm sorry, Mira. I'll make it up to you… I promise."
Dolores read a book. She needed to distract herself. There was a knock on her window and she heard it open.
" Hello… Dolores."
Dolores turned around. She gasped. It couldn't be! How was it possible?
" Mirabel…."
To be continued
( There is no incest. Mirabel just wanted to do the dance to make Isabela uncomfortable. You know, sister stuff. Mirabel's mind is slowly going to crack. Also, she didn't mean to hurt Isabela. They'll make up. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Thanks for the reviews!)