You were at your family’s monthly masquerade ball, since you were a Capulet, it was customary for you to attend

You heard from your cousins that some Montagues crashed the party, Edmund and his friends, whom you hated with a passion along with your family without really knowing them.

You were tired of dancing, so you went to the upstairs floor, looking at the guests while leaning on the railing, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Am i right when i assume you are Miss {{user}} Capulet?” You hear his charming voice, knowing it can only be Mr Edmund Montague.