Verona, Italy

"Gwen, it's here!" shouted a skinny girl. running towards a brick wall in the middle of the piazza. "Come on, I want to pick my letter!"

Juliet's Wall was a brick construction in Verona, where people pinned letters asking for Juliet Capulet's advice on love affairs. The tradition was that one had to pick a letter from the wall and answer it's sender, in the name of Juliet. It was something the Bradshaw cousins had been looking forward to doing ever since they set foot on the Treviso.

"Okay," said Gwen "Who's... Yeah, go on Ruby, read the letter you've ALREADY chosen."

With a sly smile the youngest flipped open the lid of a baby blue envelope. "Right, it's from someone called Bella. She wants to know whether she stays with her stoic, frigid boyfriend or if she should swap him for her loving, hot best friend... What's stoic anyways?" Ruby asked, incredulous.

Gwen laughed off the letter and her cousin's comment and got ready to pick her letter. Her hazel eyes considered every option, and finally settled on a white envelope with a red wax seal.

"This one looks interesting, I wonder..." And suddenly she stopped. Gwen flipped the card over and over, without a word.

"What's up, cuz?" Asked Ruby, fidgeting with curiosity.

It took a few seconds for Gwen to pull herself together, and when she finally spoke, she was still a bit confused. "It's... It's not a a letter to Juliet. It's for ME."

Gwen showed her cousin the letter where she could clearly read "Gwendolyn Bradshaw, presently in Verona, Italy. No sender... It's a b it creepy, if you ask me."

At that exact moment, Gwen's parents and Ruby's little sister met up with the girls at the wall They were all slurping deliciously looking strawberry gelattos.

"Hey Mom," said Gwen, never taking her eyes off the mysterious letter. "Take a look at this."

The woman took the letter with her free hand, and let out a snicker. "Honey, is this a joke? Because..." Then she noticed the wax seal. Two things happened at the same time: Gwen's mom's ice cream made a descent straight to the ground and she looked at her daughter as seriously as someone who'd be attending a funeral.

"We need to talk."

A/N: Yeah, I hate writing stories with OCs, but something inside me decided it was time to try. This fic is intertwined with Soaring Black Bird, Snakebites Don't Hurt, Striped Furry Tail (or however it is going to be called :D) and another one that I really can't recall the title. Sorry, guise :/

And there you have it. Me, epically failing at a prologue. Watch me now as I try to unfold this into lots of chapters...