Why Didn't Mirabel Get A Gift In Encanto Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know you wouldn’t forget me, right?” I turned toward her with a polite smile. “Of course not. It’s over there with the others,” I said, pointing to the pile of gift bags. Her smile faded a bit as she glanced over. “O-oh, I’ll just wait until they’re done looking…” “This one’s for you, Mirabelle,” one of our teammates said, handing her a bag. She opened it and blinked. Her brows furrowed at the contents. “A… mirror?” “Yes,” I replied sweetly. “Beautiful, right? With gold lining too.”

But to my surprise, these idiots came out cheering, thinking I was putting on an act. "Nice one! " They cheered, clapping loudly. This felt annoying. How was I going to make them stop their nonsense? "Antonio, please take me home," I heard Mirabel say from behind. My heart skipped, sending me turning around to face her. She was scared of everyone around and begged Antonio to take her away. "I told you it was a bad idea to come here. Please let's go," She begged, clinging closer to him. She took a look at me and faced away, pulling Antonio along.

she said, her voice low but inviting. Georgina blinked, unsure of what was happening. “A hug?” she asked, her voice small. Mirabel nodded, a ghost of a smile on her lips. For a brief moment, the ice queen melted. Georgina stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Mirabel, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’ve missed you,” Georgina whispered, her voice breaking. Mirabel’s face remained unreadable. She didn’t return the sentiment, nor did she push Georgina away. After a few moments, she gently broke the embrace.

I came to a stop in front of her tiny shop, admiring the flowers. There were dahlias and poppy and so many other flowers…but why were almost all of them looking so dark? “Hello little child,” the woman greeted me with a smile. “Are you looking for a gift?” “Gift?” I asked her, looking back at the flowers. Did I need to give someone a gift? Last night, everyone was celebrating Mirage’s birthday at the rooftop, and I had been the only one who hadn't been able to give her a gift. “Yes,” I blinked in surprise as I turned to face the pretty lady in black. “How did you know?”

I answered and tried to turn away but my wheels refused to budge. I looked down to find the wheels held down by an inch of earth. I looked at Mirabel, at her fingers twirling slowly with earth pieces floating above them and making a small whirlpool. A flash of envy skittered over my eyes which I hid immediately. “ We aren't done talking, dear cousin.” “I have nothing to say to you. Let go of my wheels now.” “Or what? You'll strike me back? Oh pardon me, I forgot you weren't able to manifest your powers when you came of age!

Clara asked and tried to ignore Mira as much as possible. "I feel so energetic and all thanks to you dear" Frank replied enthusiastically. "Uncle, I bought an iPad for you. You can watch anything anytime while you rest on your bed." Mira extended the gift to Frank with twinkling eyes. Frank took that with so much excitement. That was new to Clara. Frank never liked such things. He always wished to watch anything on his television which covers half of the wall. He hates to watch anything on the small screen. "But why?" Clara asked but Frank didn't reply to her as he kept the gift inside the drawer.

“Except you chose to ignore it.” My head felt heavy, ‘cause I sure as hell didn't understand any of his words. “What do you mean by that? Months ago, I didn't even know that any supernatural world existed!” I wanted him to see how ridiculous his assumption was. “The Source rejected your essence, Mirabella. And your mate here knows what happened.” Zeke's uncle faced him, as if daring him to refute. I moved away from Zeke who was behind me. His expression was bland. “Is there something I should know about? And mate? What mate?” I questioned, my voice lowering to a whisper.

Kai munched on the cake before him hungrily, he stopped when he realised that the cakes had stopped coming in. “I need more!” He yelled, banging the table with his fists, scattering cake crumbs all over the air. “Relax,my love.” Mirabel said, strolling into the room empty handed. “Where's the cake? There should be more by now.” Mirabel knew what she was after and went into character almost immediately with her face distorting into a frown, “I am sorry but I can't make more.” She answered. “Why?” “Well, there's certain people who aren't too happy about my cakes and I can't do anything till we get rid of them.”