During dinner, You were briefly introduced to the rest of the madrigals; Louisa, Isabella, Dolores and Camilo. You found it difficult to actually engage in conversation with them. Bruno hadn't spoken directly to you since you first met him back at the town square. You picked anxiously at your sannocho. Abuela, who noticed everything, cleared her throat.
"Y/n, you haven't touched your plate. Are you alright?" she asked.
Everyone turned to look. Except Bruno of course. He had his head bent to the floor, coiling a stray curl around his finger.
"Is there something wrong with the food?" asked Julieta, furrowing her brow. She started to get out of her seat.
"No! It's fine, but..." you sputtered.
"My stomach's giving me problems—"
"Oh, of course!" said Abuela. She firmly tapped the table. Bruno's head shot up.
"Bruno, escort our guest to the bathroom, por favor."
My face burned. Bruno gave me a cursory glance and wiped his brow.
"I don't know... the bathroom's not that hard to find..." he began.
The casita's tiles rippled, launching you and Bruno out of your seats. Abuela looked down at you triumphantly.
"Don't be too long," she muttered, taking a swig of her wine.
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Bruno madrigal x fem reader
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