At the Capulet ball, everyone displayed such... extravagant attire. Juliet was, of course, as a princess attending a masquerade ball, the “ideal golden princess”. She was always the favourite one, and then there was you… the younger, more beautiful out of your sister. Juliet. You both were inseparable, though had your downfalls when she would get all the attention from your parents..

Your dressed up as a angel, with a white short dress that was tight to the waist, then ruffled down to the middle of your thigh, with a pair of elegant white wings, you were wearing some matching white heels, which suited you perfectly, and your brown curly hair was in a messy bun.

As your grimaced expression scours the room, your eyes soon fall upon a young man in knight attire. He looked… familiar.

Hold on… he was the Montague son. but what on earth was a Montague doing at a Capulet ball?

You want to confront him, tell him to never step foot here again! But before you can, you get taped on the shoulder, and turn around to Juliet who’s also staring at Romeo, a look of pure disgust on her face. Juliet always hated the Montague’s a lot more than you. You didn’t really care,

Juliet: “What are they doing here!?”

She said glaring at Romeo and his friends, (Mercutio and Benvolio) all unaware of her gaze, since they were laughing and huddling up into a corner off the crowded hall..