You’ve been waiting for what feels like an eternity, but still, he hasn’t come. You nervously scan the grounds below from the balcony, searching for any sign of Romeo. Would he ever show?

It was hopeless, considering that you’ve only met him last night at the ball in the Estella Opera House. And yet, you couldn’t help but wait patiently. He did promised to take you somewhere in the quiet city after all—so he has to show up.

A sigh escaped your lips as you turned away, the harsh realization settling in. You’d been foolish enough to believe in it, to trust that he would actually show up. Just as you reached the glass door, you heard it—a faint rustle, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone climbing the vines up to your balcony.