At the Capulet ball, everyone displayed such... extravagant attire. Juliet was, of course, as an angel, the “ideal golden princess”. She was always the favourite one, and then there was you… the elder, execrated girl.

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…