my life has been a dream

flowers, don't grow without the rain goodness, don't grow without the pain i've been down on my knees prayin' things i don't believe hopin' that it'll save me so i decide to be happy

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

INES ISABELA VALERA MADRIGAL

“down among the reeds and rushes / a baby girl was found / her eyes as clear as centuries / her silky hair was brown / never been lonely / never been lied to / never had to scuffle in fear / nothing denied to / born at the instant / the church bells chime / and the whole world whispering / born at the right time”

Nicknames: Isabela (technically, no one knows her first name is actually Ines), Isa Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight Magic status: Gifted, chlorokinesis -- out Nationality: Avalorian Ethnicity: Colombian Accent: Colombian Height: 5′7 Build: Curvy Complexion: Medium brown, flawless skin, never had a pimple in her life Eye color: Dark brown Hair color/length/style: Black, almost to her waist, falls in perfect loose curls, usually worn down unless working out Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: No tattoos, normal ear piercings, jewelry changes depending on outfits but no silver, always gold, usually wears a miraculous medal pendant day to day. 

Occupation: Instagram influencer (has 700k followers) Relationship Status: engaged to @copper-russell (dating since June 21, 2025) What would you find if you Googled them?: Social media, influencer with 700k+ followers, photoshoots of her modeling, her campaigns with Magick-friendly/eco-friendly brands, and some news articles about her going viral during the Avalor coup in September 2015. What natives would know about them: Moved to town with her family in early 2016, known by people for being lovely and kind and for her magic and her Instagram following. Left at the altar by the former Sheriff Clayton (in August of 2023.) Dated Ken Carson (August 26, 2024-April 9, 2025) Other: Flowers kind of follow her around–when she walks or if she flips her hair, so feel free to mention petals just constantly flowing around her.

biography * character sheet * instagram * inspiration * powers

[heyy-mickeyy]

Hoedown Throwdown || Mickisa

[heyy-mickeyy]

"Oh-- yeah, everything's great!"

Except Mickey wasn't just visiting, was he?

So far, most people hadn't even asked. Mickey had come back twice in the years since he was gone, which wasn't a lot, but if Mickey had a nickel, etc. Just was extremely expensive to fly back from LA to little Swynlake. Walter and Lilian had offered to pay for his flights for Christmas and birthdays every time, so it was Mickey who waved them off. The first two years, he legitimately worked every holiday at Sidneyland. After that, he was always trying to line something up. In the business, you had to be ready to jump on anything.

He had liked the spontaneity of it, the unpredictability. Until...

Anyway, now he er, was back, and he hadn't really told many people he was back-back, except for Joy.

A knot materialized in his throat. Mickey just kept smiling.

"I've actually decided to move back! LA was brills, but you know-- so expensive. And I missed it here. So yeah, I'm back for now! Walter told me about the garden this morning and I had to check it out. Are you behind this?" he asked. "I love it."

It seemed like such an Isabela Madrigal thing to do.

@rowshark

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela's eyebrows rose slightly. She didn't know Mickey overly well, but he'd been friends with Camilo and her sisters. One of the main things she had known about him was that he had big dreams and had left to pursue them.

Not that Isabela was going to comment on it. She knew the sting of your dreams not exactly working out the way you wanted. But, she was also quite pleased with how things had turned out. So, maybe Mickey just needed a reset.

There was nothing wrong with coming home, in Isabela's opinion.

"In part! It was Holley Shiftwell's idea. I helped get everything together. Do you know her? She works for the Squire. She's so sweet." She was sure, at the very least, he'd seen Holley on Isabela's Instagram. And then, only because he would find out elsewise, most likely, and Isabela did not want to make her feelings entirely obvious: "Jessica Rabbit helped somewhat too."

@heyy-mickeyy

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Post-Prom Speculation --@ [Marigold]

[kronk-cooks]

Kronk waved over at Cass as he entered the Lucky Cat before he grinned over at Isa. Prom had been good for a lot of people. Himself included. He was ready for a little catch up session with a good friend.

He ordered and took it over to the table, pulling up a seat.

"Oh yeah, everyone loves a good competition. And he should! Everyone should. I think you're capable of more than you think in the kitchen Isa." Kronk chuckled and took a sip of his smoothie, "Maybe you just haven't found a good signature recipe that highlights that."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[outfit]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

"Oh, no. I'm okay enough. I know my way around a kitchen. My mama is a kitchen witch--I think I'd be disowned if I was bad. I'm just not good enough to whip something up for a competition like this. Trust me, I don't have many weaknesses, but cooking is one of them," she teased.

"I cook a mean arepa and I make a good salsa, but that's about it. I've been spoiled. Usually, my mama cooks. Or my abuela. I'll probably do more once I am married and have children of my own. For now, I'm happy to let Copper and Mama do the bulk of it."

Maybe that wasn't modern, but it was simply how her family did things. It had little to do, really, with gender, and everything to do with the hierarchy of the family. Abuela was the eldest, the matriarch, Julieta was the eldest after her. And Isabela would be the eldest one day too.

@kronk-cooks

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Don't You Hear 'Em Chime? --@ [Isagus]

[accident-prone-agustin]

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Agustin clicked his tongue and waved a hand.

"It's just as appropriate as you staying over there," Agustin said. "You're grown adults in your thirties, not teenagers."

He was grateful for their big extended family being together, but sometimes wished it was just him, Julieta, and their girls because then he wouldn't have to worry about Alma's sensibilities.

"I'm just saying he's welcome. You're about to marry him, he's family."

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela pressed her lips together.

It had nothing to do with their ages. When Isabela was at Copper's, she stayed in the guest room. Casita didn't have a guest room. And she'd simply die of embarrassment if she invited Copper to stay the night. Especially because she knew that Abuela wouldn't approve. The only reason she approved of Isablea going to Copper's was because she knew about the whole guest room situation. Not to mention: she trusted Isabela--and to some extent--Copper, to protect her virtue.

A piece of her that was very important to her.

"I know," Isabela said, forcing a smile. She wanted to wiggle out of this conversation as quickly as possible. Talking about her fiance staying the night with her father wasn't exactly Isabela's idea of a good time.

"Who do you think is going to win? I think Spain will put up a very good fight." She bit into a slice of orange from the fruit bowl at the center of the table.

@accident-prone-agustin

[genevieve-davenport]

I Can Hear the Bells || Isagen

[genevieve-davenport]

There was no way for Gen to stop her eyes from straying back to the stunning ring on Isa's finger. It was beautiful and the way the light sparkled off it only fueled her jealousy. Of course, she knew that Isabela deserved it. She'd heard about the mess with Clayton, how it had all gone so badly. Her friend deserved the romance that Copper seemed to give her.

There was no denying that this time around the other woman was absolutely glowing with her happiness. It was infectious.

"It's all so romantic," she gushed, smiling earnestly at her friend. As much as Gen wished that she was the one gushing about a proposal or even a relationship, she was happy for Isa. For the fairy tale she seemed to be living at the moment.

Part of her hoped that she would have something like that one day. That someone would sweep her off of her feet in such a way. The last thing she wanted was a marriage like her parents. It wasn't a bad one by any means; she was certain that her parents loved each other somewhat. But it was still a marriage of convenience. Planned by their parents to bring families together and secure stronger ties to a community that was tight knit.

Gen, as childish as it was, wanted love. She wanted someone to be so devoted to her that they couldn't stand the thought of not putting a ring on her finger. She wanted someone that she could share all aspects of her life with; someone that knew the dark parts of her soul and still chose to stay.

It wasn't unheard of but.. well, to be honest, she was paranoid. Secrecy had been instilled in her from a young age. The dangers of what could happen if someone knew the truth and didn't like it. The trouble she could find herself in for trusting the wrong person.

"You know whatever you need help with for the wedding, I'm here. You just say the word."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

"Oh, thank you! We'll probably need it," Isabela said, trying not to make it sound like a brag--but it kind of was.

"We've decided on two ceremonies, because--well, the different cultures, but also most of Copper's family lives in India and he's very close with all of them. Some would maybe be able to make it to England but it doesn't make sense to expect all of them to come here! So, we'll be doing an Indian ceremony with his family--and my family, of course." There was a lot less of them. At least, these days.

"His family is so lovely, they've already been such a huge help planning that side of things. I am totally lost. I mean--I've done a little research but there is a lot that goes into it. Lots of different rituals and ceremonies. It's really beautiful. I'm glad we went for his cousin's wedding because I feel a little more familiar now.

Anyway--" Isabela cut herself off, realizing she was not only gushing, but nervously rambling. Because, while she was excited for the Indian wedding, she was also...worried she was going to mess it up. Or Copper's family would suddenly decide they didn't like her or didn't approve of her...

It was silly, she told herself...but she couldn't help it. While it was nothing like Clayton...Isabela still couldn't help but think: what if it all disappears tomorrow?

@genevieve-davenport

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Your Biggest Fan --@ [Mad Dog Skullcap]

[copper-russell]

Copper was very aware of both how well Manuel had blocked their path, and how quickly his ice cream was melting. One certainly felt more pressing than the other, but he was concerned about the ice cream cone regardless.

Still, this was... normal, right? It had never happened before whilst Copper had been out with Isabela, at least not to his knowledge, but it didn't strike him as too odd. He was just a dad who was trying to get involved with his daughter's interests, or so he made it sound.

And so when Isabela turned to look at him in question, Copper pretended to roll his eyes, but he was smiling as he reached out to take Manuel's phone. "'Course I can." He agreed, trying to juggle it with one hand to take the photo, not wanting to drop either his ice cream or the phone. "Smile."

He took a few, admittedly not really looking at the photographs with any due care. He handed the phone back to its owner, and held a hand out to Isabela for her to take. "Alright?" Copper asked, unsure if he was asking it of Isabela or of Manuel. Either way, hoping to move swiftly on, he added, "Nice meeting you, mate."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela immediately stepped out of Manuel's space, taking Copper's hand and letting him pull her to his side. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before. Fans who stopped her and wanted pictures. Or to chat for a bit. And men, who wanted to oogle. But--it had never happened with Copper before and she felt...flustered and a little embarrassed. She wasn't sure why.

It wasn't like Copper didn't know what her job was.

"Yes, lovely to meet you."

"I hope we run into each other again soon!"

"Oh, are you staying in town for a while?" Isabela asked and then kicked herself. Her manners had told her to ask, but she really didn't care to know the answer.

"I just moved here!"

"Well, then I am sure I'll see you at the next town event."

"And what's that again?"

"Uhm--" she glanced at Copper. "I believe it'll be the Fall Festival, right?"

@copper-russell

[heyy-mickeyy]

Hoedown Throwdown || Mickisa

[heyy-mickeyy]

It was Mickey's day-off-- a horrible no good very bad thing that happened to Mickey occassionally despite his gosh-darndest to make his time count. But this morning, he woke up only to discover that the heat wave had canceled his Enchantra Trails Exploration tours for the day! What the hell?! It wasn't even that hot!

He came downstairs groaning and moaning about the disruption to his da to Walter tea while writing his to-do list for the day. His father glanced up from the list. "Why don't you check out the community garden then?"

"Community garden?" Mickey perked up. "We got a community garden now? That's brills!"

Walter nodded. "It's where the old Hunted Deer was. Think you'll enjoy that, eh, Teddy?" Walter smiled at him, stood up, and then kissed his son's forehead.

So thankfully-- day saved. After his morning work-out and a few chores on the farm, he fetched his work overalls from deep in the closet and headed into town.

When he got there, he was not alone. He grinned and lifted a hand. "Oi, Isabela Madrigal! Of course you're here!"

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela was frowning at a patch of poor, dead flowers.

She tried to stop by the community garden at least once a week. More, if she could manage, but sometimes she couldn't. She was busy, busy these days. Like a bee buzzing from place to place.

But, when she'd seen these flowers last, on Sunday, after church--they had been in full, beautiful bloom.

And now they were so dead that Isabela's magic couldn't restore them. She could help a struggling plant bloom and brighten, but she couldn't bring things back from the dead.

Her finger was running over the brittle, brown petals, when she heard her name and turned around.

"Mickey? Hello!" Isabela said, smiling at the familiar face. "I didn't know you were back. Are you visiting your parents? Everything is okay, si?"

[outfit]

@heyy-mickeyy

[dr-drckken]

Summer's Cool || Drabela

[dr-drckken]

@rowsandrows-of-roses

That was good. The last thing he wanted was for her to be miserable and think she had to stay because she had volunteered to do it. There were plenty of other alternatives they could find– he knew this town was filled with busy bodies just waiting on the sidelines to be put into positions where they thought they would be needed or be able to provide help. And he had absolutely no problems with asking people for help, it never inconvenienced him to dish out the workload.

For this sort of thing, anyway.

His brows rose a little at the thought of her being a nanny, but he supposed that made sense. As she often liked to say, she was the eldest in her generation within her family.

"Well, if you ever want to change careers and get your qualifications, I'm sure the primary school would be happy to take you at any time," he said, casually. Not because he didn't think anything of it, but because it was such a truth to Drakken that it was as easy to say as it was to tell someone that the sky was blue.

"How is Dr. Garcia?" Drakken asked, moving on because he figured that part of the conversation was over. "Are the children liking her? Be honest."

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela shook her head. She'd leave the teaching to Dolores. That wasn't really her style. Honestly, she didn't want to work at all. She wanted to spend her time volunteering. It was the one bonus she'd say of her influencer job. She got to decide her hours, what projects she took on. And, besides, she'd never finished uni.

She didn't think Benjamin knew that. She didn't want to tell him.

"Oh, well, she doesn't interact with them much. I try to...make sure she doesn't, to be perfectly honest. She's perfectly nice, but I just don't think the younger kids are really her thing. Which is fine! I'm happy to entertain them for the most part. And the other teachers are great. I'm just grateful to her for agreeing to help organize."

@dr-drckken

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

A Horse With Wings --@ [Marisa]

[myfairmarian]

Marian could feel herself blush lightly at the comment. After all, she and Kronk hadn't discussed whether or not they were in a formal relationship. He'd asked her to prom, certainly, and they'd been talking a lot, but they still hadn't made any of those next steps.

"It was lovely and I had a marvelous time. I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

Turning a little bit more towards Isa, her smile took on a playful edge. "But don't think I'm letting you deflect that easily! Come on, my romantic heart is dying to hear the full play by play of the moment."

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela raised an eyebrow at Marian to show that she was not fooled by her passing the torch. They would be circling back.

But, at the same time, Isabela was happy to tell the story a million times. Even if everyone at prom had been unwitting participants. Just another piece of it that she relished.

"Oh, I mean! It's basically what happened at prom. I didn't know any of it was happening. He kept it all from me! I mean, we'd vaguely talked about marriage but I didn't know he was planning all that. It was just perfect. And here." She held out her hand, wiggling the ring. "The pink stones are sapphires believe it or not."

@myfairmarian

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

The Blushing Bride --@ [Isana]

[alana-the-brilliant]

.

“Use lube,” said Alana, never one to mince words. She figured it wouldn’t do Isa any good to dance around things in metaphor. She could get right to the point. The nitty gritty.

“It really helps. I know some people get all up in a twist about it — like they think it’s not sexy to put it on or that it’s emasculating or that it means something’s wrong with them. But that’s just dumb. Even if you’re super turned on and even if you and your partner are just absolutely raring to go, there could be a million reasons why you tense up and things just aren’t as lubricated as they need to be down there.”

OK — she’d still extend Isa some metaphor and not just say vagina. If only so Isa didn’t completely black out at the rest of the advice. 

“People will tell you just to relax, but it’s not so simple, yeah?” Alana tilted her head towards Isa. “Easier said than done. And maybe once you find your rhythm and get more comfortable, you will relax. But no reason you can’t enjoy it till then! And that’s where lubrication comes in. Plus, I think it’s sexy — adds to the foreplay to apply it. Howl and Hera’s line has a really good one — we keep some in stock at the shop. I can put an order aside for you.” 

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

In theory, Isabela had heard all of those words before. Her friends had sex and weren't shy about talking about it. Her cousins and sisters too. And...television. It wasn't like she was ignorant about how sex worked.

Still...this wasn't the kind of conversation you had with polite company!

Which was the very reason they were doing it at Alana's apartment when no one else was around. There was no one around but Alana, who clearly had no qualms, and...well...God.

She felt her heart rate accelerate nervously. Her cheeks burning hot. For the first time in her life, she wished that she wasn't so prudish. Her whole life, Isabela had kept her virtue as something to be pretentious about. But, now, she just...felt wildly out of her element.

"Oh, uhm--I-I don't know. Maybe. Thank you," Isabela said, feeling a little breathless. She touched the back of her hand to her cheek and then took a sip of wine. There was nervous tears in the back of her throat, though they didn't quite shine in her eyes.

They made it hard to speak, though.

"Sorry...this just...it isn't something...I talk about a lot. I have--no idea what I am doing." She had already said that. "Should...I mean...is there anything else? I-I was thinking...about...trying, uhm, some stuff beforehand. Just...you know...so I'm not--completely hopeless."

@alana-the-brilliant

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Your Biggest Fan --@ [Mad Dog Skullcap]

[copper-russell]

Copper stopped abruptly as well, looking at the man who had come to a halt in front of them. At first, he thought nothing of it. Tourists were always getting in the way. When you lived in a town with enough of them, you eventually got used to them stopping dead in front of you, or abruptly turning around.

But then he started speaking, and Copper looked to Isabela, trying to gauge her reaction. He knew this happened occasionally, and she usually didn’t mind, but… well, Copper didn’t want to judge a book by its cover, but the guy didn’t exactly look like the type to follow Isabela. At least, not for fashion tips.

Maybe he was being too judgmental. Copper smiled when he was introduced, saying, “Hi.” But the guy barely glanced in his direction. Maybe Copper was imagining it, but he almost looked annoyed, until he looked back to Isabela.

“We were just going to sit down,” Copper said to Manuel, who still paid him little notice. “Ice cream probably won’t last long in this weather.”

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

"Oh, I totally understand. I was just hoping to run into you!" Manuel said to Isabela. "Sorry, I don't want to bother you but--would you mind taking a picture with me? My daughter would love it."

"Maybe next time? When your daughter is here?" Isabela said smoothly, hoping to exit this conversation as easily as possible.

"She won't be here for a while. She lives in the States. We're divorced, her mom and I."

Right, now Isabela had felt bad, stumbling right into that. Regardless that there was no way for her to know that, she immediately felt badly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, frowning.

"It's okay. We still talk a lot, she calls me nearly every day."

"I'd do the same thing if my dad lived somewhere else," Isabela said with a familiar smile. "We can definitely take a quick picture." She gave Copper an apologetic, entreating look. "Would you mind taking a picture for us, mi amor?"

Reluctantly, she let go of Copper's hand so she could step forward and turn to face him, both hands on her ice cream cone, happy to have something to hold onto. She felt Manuel put his sweaty hand on the small of her back.

She stiffened slightly, but her smile stayed perfect and practiced. Isabela didn't want to ruin the picture for his daughter.

@copper-russell

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Don't You Hear 'Em Chime? --@ [Isagus]

[accident-prone-agustin]

@rowsandrows-of-roses

He wasn't sure why she was asking if it was alright-- Copper was basically family already, he could walk into Casita unannounced if he wanted! He liked Copper. Wouldn't have said yes to him proposing to his daughter if he didn't just adore him.

"He's welcome any time any day, you know that," Agustin said, finally closing his laptop. "Of course he can come. I like Copper a lot!"

Much more than her last fiance...

"He can stay over if he's coming after work."

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela didn't, really, know that. Maybe in abstract, but she'd been very careful to only bring Copper over at times that felt appropriate. (Minus the times he'd been there for emergencies, like after the whole vampire attack situation.) Otherwise, she felt a little...strange having him over.

Not because he didn't get along with her family, because he did. Maybe a bit too well. He'd practically had Luisa convinced about being a paramedic. And he distracted Isabela if she was getting too snippy at Mirabel. (Mirabel usually started it!)

Even Abuela liked him. She tugged him down to kiss his cheeks hello and goodbye, the same way she did with Camilo and Antonio now that they were taller than her. And Agustin, who had always been taller than her.

But--spend the night? No. Never that.

Her face flushed. "Oh, uhm--no, he--uh...he's got to go home for, uhm. A call with his mama in the morning. And I don't think Abuela would find it very appropriate anyway..."

@accident-prone-agustin

[dr-drckken]

Summer's Cool || Drabela

[dr-drckken]

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Drakken nodded, but wrote that off in his head as a non-issue. Like Isabela had said, this wasn't an all day affair. If parents wanted that then they could get slapped with a fee– but the point was to help benefit people who probably couldn't afford to send their kids to extra classes for this sort of thing.

The hours had been in the information when they had signed up, if it wasn't going to work for them then they shouldn't have signed up. Since they did, he didn't see it as a real complaint and just people complaining to have something to be upset about.

People always needed something to get mad about.

(Drakken would know!)

"That's good to hear. I know there was some conflict there, worrying about bullying and different learning levels," he said while definitely not recalling his own experiences being the youngest student in the classroom throughout high school. "And are you enjoying it?"

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela nodded, though she hadn't been as concerned as other people. Maybe it was just because she'd been babysitting before she could remember. Her cousins spanned about ten years, so it wasn't strange for her to have to engage in some mediation.

Besides, they did all learn from each other. And it would be good for people of different levels of experience and different ages to interact with one another. Life wasn't a bubble like Secondary liked to make things seemed. It gave you good social skills.

"Oh sure, of course," Isabela said.

The truth was that it was--a lot. Between her proper job at Town Hall, her Instagram/modeling, her volunteering at the hospital and the church, her Magick support group, and wedding planning, sometimes she felt like she didn't have time to take a breath.

There was a part of Isabela that liked that, however.

"It is nice to spend time with the children. In another life, I would've nannied or something like that." She desperately, desperately wanted children of her own. Thought, in fact, that she would have them by now. She pushed that thought away before it depressed her too much.

@dr-drckken

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Your Biggest Fan --@ [Mad Dog Skullcap]

[copper-russell]

(outfit - buttoned up though okay he's not a total floozy)

It was nice to have a day to just do nothing. Walk along the lakeside, swim for a bit, lounge by the shore, head for an ice cream. It hadn't happened too often this summer, and Copper had a feeling that with two weddings and a honeymoon to plan, it might not happen too often over the next few months. So then, best make the most of it.

He laughed softly when Isabela tapped her ice cream against his, holding it carefully so as not to break the cone or lose the scoop on top. "To a perfect day." He agreed. It had been perfect, too. The weather had cooperated, there'd been no major disruptions at the lake, and the queue at the ice cream parlour hadn't even been very long.

"Shall we sit down? There's some shade over there, if you want." Copper had no qualms against sitting in the sun, but he also didn't want to lose his ice cream to it.

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela also thought she might prefer the sun, but if they sat on the bench, they could make the day last longer. It would feel cooler and they could stay out for as long as they wanted, eating ice cream, saying nothing or talking about everything. They could even watch the sunset.

"Sure," Isabela said and tugged Copper over to where he had pointed.

They'd only taken a few steps when a man suddenly blocked their path. He had been sitting at one of the tables directly outside the ice cream shoppe. Isabela had vaguely noticed him, but hadn't expected him to suddenly appear.

She stopped short, her ice cream wobbling precariously.

"Hey! So sorry. I just wanted to--you're Isabela Madrigal right? I love your page! My name is Manuel."

A fan?

It wasn't that Isabela didn't have them...it was just that they were usually women or young girls. Which she was perfectly fine with. There were men too...but she wouldn't exactly call them fans. They were a large reason she rarely read comments.

"It's nice to meet you," Isabela said, immediately affecting a smooth, slightly-higher-register voice. "I'm so glad you like my posts. This is my fiance, Copper." She was glad she was already holding his hand.

@copper-russell

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Your Biggest Fan --@ [Mad Dog Skullcap]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

@copper-russell

Copper and Isabela had just left the ice cream shoppe near the lake after a day of swimming. It was the first day, really, since they'd been engaged that they'd been able to do something besides having dinner at one of their houses and then watching something and going to sleep.

So, they'd gone on a date down to the lake to soak up the last rays of true warm summertime.

She was feeling full of sunshine herself as she skipped down the stairs, a bounce in her steps as they hit the pavement. Her tongue swirled around her ice cream.

"Salud," Isabela said, tapping her ice cream cone to Copper's, gentle enough not to knock either of them off. "To a perfect day."

[outfit]

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Don't You Hear 'Em Chime? --@ [Isagus]

[accident-prone-agustin]

@rowsandrows-of-roses

"It's never-ending these days," Agustin had to admit.

He usually had such a good work-life balance...he wasn't liking this new trend of bringing work home.

"How's he doing by the way, speaking of Copper?"

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Isabela wasn't liking this new trend either, but Agustin kept sneaking it by her. Which was probably her fault. She wasn't around as much as she should be. Her eldest daughter duties were slacking. There was a piece of her that felt guilty about that.

Another part of her liked sleeping at Copper's too much. Even if they were in separate rooms. She liked the idea of his breathing on the other side of the wall.

Before she could chide her father about his habits, he distracted her by asking about Copper. She couldn't help but smile.

"Good! I invited him over to watch the match with us," she mentioned. "He'll be at work until much later. I hope that is alright?"

World Cup time in the Madrigal household was very sacred and it was going to be a late night.

@accident-prone-agustin

[genevieve-davenport]

I Can Hear the Bells || Isagen

[genevieve-davenport]

Of course Gen wanted to talk about her own prom experience. How it had felt to go up on that stage to accept the crown, how it had felt to arrive alone and yet still manage to end the night with the person she'd wanted to go to prom with. She was a selfish woman, after all.

But there was a balance between the two of them. One that Gen walked as carefully as a trapeze walker at a carnival. If she tipped too far in one direction she could easily see herself falling into obscurity or, worse, some place near the people who fell out of that sacred inner circle went; people like Snow who they all spent time talking about covertly as if she were some cautionary tale.

Gen's life in Swynlake was very contingent on her place within that sacred circle.

She took Isa's hand in hers, letting her eyes rake over the ring that adorned her finger. It was a beautiful thing. Especially fitting for someone like Isa. She ignored the way it made her jealous, that green-eyed beast rearing it's ugly head; it was the one that said it should be her, that she deserved a ring like this on her own finger. "I still can't get over how gorgeous it is. He did so good. Did you even look at rings together?"

@rowsandrows-of-roses

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

"No!" Isabela beamed.

Maybe that wasn't modern of her, but Isabela had wanted the proper surprise. The kind where they'd had all the important conversations and then she was surprised.

Even after Clayton had done it and it became one of the worst mistakes of her life, she still wanted a surprise.

And, you know what? She stood by that decision. Because when Clayton had proposed to her, Isabela always knew that it was a script. They both had their lines and knew what to say. It had been what Isabela had always expected. However, what Copper had done for her? That was the kind of thing she dreamed about.

And that was how she knew he was the One. The planning, the ring, the spectacle. Making sure she had her shoes on. She had loved every second of it.

It was a scary feeling, but Isabela couldn't stop smiling.

"We talked about marriage in the vague sense. You know: to make sure we were on the same page," she said as if she was reading from a manual.

"But--I had no idea he was evening thinking about it! I mean, he was acting weird the last few weeks, but I just thought--I don't know." Well, she did. She had worried it was her. That he was going to break up with her. How silly that seemed now.

"I certainly didn't think it was this! The pink stones are sapphires. They're his birthstone, isn't that lovely?"

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