That summer, the bluebirds and flowers did little to improve my mood. In fact, they made it worse; cheer seemed abundant in supply for everyone except me. I felt only a bitter jealousy; it ripened at the sight of happy couples, reveling under the blue sky together.
Silvia seemed all too happy to give up, despite the dainty tears that ran down her cheeks every time we spoke of my fast-approaching marriage. But I was immensely dissatisfied when Uncle Escalus reminded me that I was to be dressed and clean by noon for my appointment with the Lord Capulet.