Encanto Fanfiction Mirabel Birthday Forgotten Novels & Stories

Diane's already moving, her bare feet silent on the rug, and I see it now—the cake on the sideboard, twenty-something candles turning the frosting to lava, the banner strung across the mantel that reads HAPPY in letters I can finally read. Birthday? The word doesn't compute. I stare at her, at the flush in her cheeks and the way she's looking at me like I'm something precious she just remembered she owned. The date swims up from somewhere deep and useless—June something. June 6th. Christ. "I—" My voice cracks. I haven't said my own age out loud in years. Diane reaches me, her palms cool against my jaw, her thumbs pressing into the hollows beneath my ears. She smells like vanilla and matches

Those girls will burn the world down for each other, Camilla and Adrian might be mates, but Mirabelle is her true-bond soulmate, the moon goddess owed her that much after pairing her with Adrian I suppose. Adrian. Yesterday was Adrian's nineteenth birthday. I had only gotten a glimpse of him once, when he had me cancel his birthday celebration. It's something his assistant should have been doing but since he never hired one, I was more than happy to cancel the damn thing. No one is in a celebratory mood, especially not with everything that has happened here.

Absorbing all the details of my current surrounding. The fact that this party had been held just for me sinking in deeper. I had totally forgotten that today was my birthday. I had been so overwhelmed with the grief of loosing my mother, that I had forgotten what true happiness felt like. From the corner of my eye, I could see Mira move closer to me. Before crouching down to my level, in front of me. She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the sound of clicking heels. Which I hate to say, was drawing nearer.

“You seriously forgot your own birthday.” I stared at them. My birthday wasn’t until… And then I actually realized. I had. My birthday was coming on Thursday. How did I forget? Did I really not want to celebrate my existence so much that I blocked it out. With everything that had happened though, I hadn’t even remembered what day it was. Lena walked past me straight into the apartment like she owned it. “No depression allowed today. Hey aunt Miranda. We are going to force your daughter to celebrate.”

“He forgot my birthday of all days and y’all still call him intentional? It’s almost close time, he better remember before the end of the day.” Previously, she had believed that he would never forget such an important day but as time had gone by, her hope shattered on the floor. “He forgot your birthday?” Wendy exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise. Anna nodded. “It’s my first birthday together with him and he forgot.” “That’s impossible. Caspian doesn’t forget my birthday, it’s doubtful that he’d forget yours.” She finished her words just in time for a knock to resound on her door and for Maya to walk in. In her hand was a large rose bouquet which she brought forward with a smile stretched o

“Could you please not turn me down?” Miranda froze for a second. She glanced at the simple bracelet again. It was elegant and her style but definitely pricey. “When’s your birthday?” she asked suddenly. “February eighteenth.” “I’ll remember that,” she said with a small smile. “I’ll keep the gift.” Next time, she thought, she would make sure to return the gesture.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I quickly composed myself, refusing to be caught looking this miserable. “Come in,” I mumbled. My assistant stepped inside, and I was surprised to see her holding flowers and a cake. “You have a birthday present delivered, ma’am,” she said, her eyes squinting slightly in confusion as she handed them over. Yes, it was my birthday. But I wasn’t expecting anyone to make a big deal out of it. Everyone knew Cassandra’s disappearance had shattered me. “From who?” I asked, staring at the cake and flowers. But the note attached didn’t specify a name, just a small message: Happy birthday, Mirabella. Love you.

“Thank you, Luna. I’m sorry for your loss as well.” “Do you have a mate?” I asked, enjoying the conversation. Mirabel was sweet and easy to talk to. “Yes, I do,” she replied with a grin. Her expression brightened as she spoke about him, her happiness evident. “How did you meet him?” “Gary’s been my childhood friend. I had a crush on him growing up and prayed to the moon goddess that we’d be mates. On my twentieth birthday, we found out we were destined for each other. It was the best day of my life.”

Kaya asked with her attentive look. - Because... I keep thinking about my parents. They would be so... disappointed. I just came to study and here I am... deflowered and... - in love. Kaya finished. You are in love with him, Kaya. - Yes, it's true, but I'm married. - No, Mirabelle, it's me who's married. Kaya replied. - Nice try. Mirabelle replied with a sad smile. - It's true, Mirabelle. Forget everything and... Just know that you're in love with that man across the room and you have to enjoy what time you have left like your life depended on it.

"I know. I'm not upset." My reaction seemed to catch her completely off guard, and she stared at me in disbelief. "Why aren't you jealous this time?" "No reason. I guess I finally saw things differently." Having said that, I rose to my feet, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. Roxanne moved in front of me again, demanding, "Where are you going? And where's my anniversary gift?" A month earlier, I had purchased a sapphire bracelet at an auction. She had seen the news coverage about it.