How Old Is Camilo From Encanto Novels & Stories

My body molded perfectly against his and for a moment, it was just him and I. "What a cute couple!" A raspy voice said. Jayden and I pulled apart quickly and as we did, I felt something hard brush against my thigh. Huh? "You are?" I asked the old woman "I should be asking you that. You're the one snooping around," she accused. "Is this where Camilo Reyes lives? I'm looking for him," I told him. Her shoulders slumped. "Oh, you're one of little Camilo's friends i see. Unfortunately Camilo passed away some days ago. He was stabbed mercilessly on his way back home and a few days later, someone broke into the house," she explained. Jayden and I exchanged looks.

Mama Cortez sat at the head, and beside her was a new face. He looked exactly like Rafael, but younger. Where Rafael had that sharp, dangerous charm, this guy looked sweeter and innocent. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty. He grinned when he saw me. “Hi! I’m Javier.” “Camila,” I said. “Your hair’s so beautiful. The color’s like autumn.” Warmth rose in my cheeks. “Thank you.” Lucien cleared his throat beside me. “Hey, bro,” Javier added, smirking.

Now she can’t seem to shut up. “Quiet,” I grumble, pacing by my desk. “The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is an explanation.” She sniffles, hiding her face in a tangle of knees and arms. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything.” Camila said she was fifteen, but right now, she looks even younger. “How did you meet Yannick?”

I ask him, I haven’t heard of him before, just the day that he was declared dead and Milo cried over him. “Since the day he was born,” he answers me with a smile on his face. “How old are you?” I ask him next, how old was he, if he knew Milo for so long? “I’m in my forties,” he says and my mouth fell open and my eyes opened wide, is he for real? He hardly look older than Milo, how could be that old? “Remember we don’t age, we take our sweet time growing up,” Theo throws in, helping me out here.

Eventually that friend only really took Camille to school while nurses came in to tend to Emily who was bedridden. The last time Emily had told Camille she loved her was the night before Emily passed away. Camille had only just turned twelve. Then there was Nathan. He had used those words as a weapon to ensnare Camille into his trap. She could remember truly believing him when he first said but realising much later down the line that Nathan probably didn’t love her at all and that it had all been a lie. Or maybe he did really love her but his love was not the kind Camille ever wanted tp experience again.

The hair on the back of her head stood up because of what he did. “You really are a full grown woman now,” he said at the end. “How old are you again?” “I am twenty,” Camila answered. The man removed the blanket as he went down from the bed, revealing his naked body. He had a hairless chest that looked chiselled and refined with well-sculpted muscles.

A stunning woman maybe a decade older than me with long, cornsilk-blonde hair looks around the backyard. “Oh my god,” Nicky whispers. “I didn’t think she’d come.” “She’s got some coglioni.” Val snickers. “Who is that?” I ask, watching her float through the backyard, talking to this group and that. Everyone seems to light up at her arrival. “Camila Donato.” Nicky smiles conspiratorially. “The widow Marco, one of Enzo’s capos.” It takes me a second to connect the name “Enzo” with Dante’s father, partially because Camila looks more like she’s Dante’s age than his dad’s.

I asked eagerly. Kate nudged George, who handed me a photo. “This is Mama, and this is Papa,” he said. My eyes widened. “Bernardo, it’s Camila!” I cried. I turned to Kate again, desperate for confirmation. “Kate, is your birthday July 14, 2000?”

"You were just gawking at Millenium Dreams earlier, and now at my driver? I had no idea you were also a fan of the elderly." "What? Ade, he isn't so old. He is twenty five years old." "Yeah, 25 and off-limits." I answered. "What? Is he dating someone?" "Secret!" I gave her a funny wink and went to where Cielo is. She also proceeded to the location of her driver, still looking annoyed because I didn’t answer her question. "Good afternoon, young lady," Cielo greeted me. I gave him a warm grin. "Hello and good afternoon. Is Papa in the house?"

I'm not even sure if she wants to see me after I did to her this morning. Seeing her flushed face for the nth time was so satisfying. She's so adorable having those red cheeks while her eyes widen in surprise. Also... I'm more curious about Miko's identity. The sexy night happened five years ago and Miko is four years old. Does it ring a bell? He had the same ocean-blue eyes and was allergic to chocolate, and to be honest, he looked like a young version of me every time I took a close look at his features. I ran my hands through my face. I shouldn't jump to a conclusion. I need to know the truth from Camilla but she's denying everything.