“And this is why no one likes my visions.”

You looked him straight in the eye, incensed and oddly sympathetic. "This is why you don't like your visions."

--

A humble painter, you have lived your life out of sight, out of mind in your large family, but when your mother arranges an appointment with The Madrigals to determine your future husband, you are not sold on the promise made. You are very much not sold on the fact you're going to be marrying the Bruno Madrigal, a man shorter than you.

As you come to find out, the future is what you make it, and your new husband is willing to make something beautiful with you.

“Uh…Pepa?”

“Yes, Bruno?”

“Where’s Violetta?”

"Uh oh." She said, without a hint of panic. "Is she an explorer?"

"No!" you smacked his outstretched hand. "No, you will not!"

“What?” he scrambled to his feet. He was faster than he appeared. “What did you do?”

“Got rid of the evidence?“ You said, kicking sand over the triangles; you pushed them down deep, deep into the sand, hopefully to the very bottom. His confusion confused you. You thought your intent was clear. “Bruno, what did you expect me to do? Tell them the truth?”

“Preferably!”

"Is this some sort of deep, dark family secret?" Camilo asked.

"I'd say it was more of an open secret." You conceded. "I mean...how good of a secret is it if you're the only people who don't know?"

"Except Dolores."

"Except Dolores."

"This is the first time anyone has talked to me about Bruno without going 'We don't talk about Bruno!'" Mirabel sighed.

“Right…” You smiled thinly, wiping dust and clay on your pants. “I’ll admit it's nice to discuss him, even if some of it hurts." A significant pause followed. "A lot of it."

“That makes sense. He used to be your husband.”

"Used to be?"

“You were monologuing, you know.”

“Oh.” Oh. She hadn’t realized she’d spoken. “Lo siento,” she smiled softly. “She had a lot to say.”

--

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Well…” Pepa said crossly. “What is it, Julieta?”

Julieta motioned to Bruno.

Bruno gawked at Pepa.

Pepa sighed dramatically. “Really?” Her neck rolled in a perfect circle. “What do you want, Bruno?”

Julieta’s lips pursed in disapproval. “Pepa, was that necessary?”

“Was it not not necessary?” she retorted. “She’s going to be marrying Bruno, and I’m certain she has no idea what she’s getting into.”