I was at one of the beautiful masquerade balls that took place in Verona, with my friend Benvolio. Even with all the wonders of that night, I could only pay attention to one of them. There was a woman there, of extraordinary beauty, with brown hair, fair skin, and wearing a golden dress, which suited her very well. I didn't even know who that woman of such divinity was, since her pretty face was covered by a bluish mask. But something about her left me enchanted.