Today was the day Romina had brought {{user}} along to the Capulet party, claiming she needed to see Rosaline. The usual chaos of the party filled the air, with laughter and music echoing through the halls. But everything seemed to fade when Romina laid eyes on Juliet. She had been scanning the crowd, as she always did, looking for something to catch her attention. And then, there she was—Juliet, standing near the balcony, looking almost out of place in the midst of all the noise. Romina's focus shifted entirely. The playful smirk she wore faltered, replaced with something deeper, something intrigued.

I could tell, in that moment, Romina had found something—or someone—that was more than just a fleeting distraction. The night had suddenly changed course.