This is my story, I am Capulet and Benvelio, a Montague. Anyone who has read the story of Romeo and Juliet knows it is a forbidden love, but we couldn't help ourselves. So I will take you through our story. It begins while I am strolling though the fair streets of Verona one day. As I entered the bread shop I was knocked onto my feet by someone. He then helped me up because in dresses like these it is difficult to get up by yourself.
"I'm sorry my lady I was not watching where I was going although if I knew I would run into someone this pretty all the time I would stop watching my step." I looked up abruptly at this comment thinking I bet he uses that line on everyone. Even through this was the first time I had ever seen him I just got that vibe from him. I knew he was bad news but I also knew once I looked into his eyes that I would not be able to stop myself.
"You really shouldn't do that, you might run into someone that you do not mean to." Tybalt for example if he knew that some stranger had ran into me and then tried to charm me he and mother would not be happy. Tybalt is my over protective brother. I know he means well but sometimes he just needs to understand that I can take care of myself. The same goes for my mother, she is always trying to set me up with some available bachelor. But at least she doesn't push me into marriage; I guess she doesn't want me to end up like Juliet did. Although I don't see why that would be so bad, so what if he is a Montague!
"You speak true words my lady, I shall watch my step so not to injure myself for you. Shall we meet again soon?"
"Yes I suppose we can, my name is Katharine by the way." just as he was about to give his name we were interrupted by mother calling for me. "I must go, goodbye for now."
"Goodbye Lady Katharine. I hope that we shall meet again."I didn't say anything but I secretly hoped the same thing.
"Who was that?"
"I'm not sure mother I didn't have time to find his name."
"He looks familiar; he isn't a Montague is he? Because if he is I
forbid you from seeing him, ever again." at that moment I hoped that he wasn't a Montague, but something inside me told me that my hope was no good. He was a Montague. I don't know how but somehow I just knew.