Y/N's POV

 I knocked on Isabela's door. She had shown me my dress a couple of days ago, after my picnic with Camilo, but now I was going to actually put it on and let her do my hair and makeup.

 "Come in!" Isabela said. I went in. She handed me my dress, and I went behind a curtain to put it on. 

I came out from behind the curtain. Isabela gasped. "You're perfect," she said. 

 "Thanks," I said. She sat me down at her vanity in front of the mirror and started braiding my hair with flowers.

Then she did my makeup. About 10 minutes later, I looked like a diva. 

 "Now you're absolutely perfect," Isabela said. "C'mon, let's get you to your guy."

 I laughed. "What guy? I don't have a guy," I said. "Yes, you do," Isabela said. "I think you're falling for mi primo, Camilo." My face blushed. It's true, I did kind of like him. "I mean, I kind of am...but we just met like what, three days ago!" I said.

 Isabela smiled. "I was teasing. But just dance with him. Just try it. Promise me?" 

 I sighed. "Okay, promise. But only for your sake."

 Isabela squealed and hugged me.

 After that, we went down to the party. Mirabel wore an off-shoulder cobalt blue gown. Camilo wore a suit, which I didn't ever think I'd see him caught DEAD in. Manuel waved at me coming down from Isabela's room. I waved back, but it was a small wave. I didn't want anyone to see me waving.

 "Remember," Isabela whispered. "Try to get close. You two are perfect for each other."

 "Alright, alright," I whispered back. We got down the stairs. Mirabel was chatting with Dolores, so I decided to find someone else to talk to. That's when Abuela Alma bumped into me again. This time, there was no Camilo to catch me. I fell backward on the ground- hard.  I looked down. Shoot- my right elbow was bleeding. I covered it with my left hand and went to the kitchen to find Mirabel's mom, Julieta. 

 I didn't find Julieta. I found Camilo. He was making some...tea? 

 "Oh, hey, didn't see you there," Camilo said. "Everything alright?"

 "Not particularly everything," I said, taking my hand off my elbow for a second. "Oof," he said. "Was it Abuela again?"

"You guessed it," I said. 

Camilo looked pretty mad. "Stay here," he said. "I'll go find Tia Julieta."

"Thanks, Camilo." I said. He blushed and left to find Julieta.

 Minutes later, Camilo came back with Julieta. She took a look at my bleeding elbow and started to make an arepa. I ate it to stop the bleeding, then washed my hand, which had blood all over. 

 After that, Camilo took my hand and led me outside to the dance floor. There was some slow music for the soon to be husband and wife, so we waited until the song passed. Then everyone else started getting on the dance floor. 

 "Do you...um... wanna dance?" Camilo asked me. 

"I don't really know how..." I said. 

 "I'll teach you," he said, taking me by the wrist to the dance floor. 

 He took one of my hands and placed it on his shoulder and he held my other hand. Then he put his free hand on my hip, and we started dancing.

 Dancing with Camilo felt so good, and the music was so gentle, I felt like... I don't know. I felt better than I had in a long, long time. 

But then suddenly, the music stopped abruptly. They started playing a hype song. All the couples groaned and got off the dance floor. I made my way to Isabela.

 "You did it! You danced with him!" She shrieked. I put my hand over her mouth and said, "shhh!"

 "Sorry!" she whispered. "You did it!"

 "Yeah, I did," I said, equally shocked. "But why'd the music stop so suddenly?"

 Isabela looked down. 

 "Isa?" I said gently. "Do you know why?"

 She nodded. "I saw Abuela talking to the band. She looked mad."

 She must've wanted me not to dance with Camilo, I thought, but I didn't say it.

 "Probably has to do with the fact that she hates you," Isabela said. "Dolores said she heard Abuela saying she wants to banish you from the house."

 "Oh," I said. "Thanks for telling me. I'll find something to do."

 "Okay," said Isa. 

   About an hour later, the party was over. I went to find Mama so I could ask her if I could stay over.

 "Sure, muchacha," Mama said. 

 "Gracias," I said, running over to tell Mirabel I was staying over. 

 I slept in her room that night with a borrowed nightgown. It felt amazing to sleep with Mirabel at La Casa Madrigal.