I've been thinking; my brother had my mind racing when he introduced me to the song 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift. It isn't my normal pairing, but how would Huxon do with this song? Phil as Romeo and Sam as Juliet. So here it is…The Bill's version of Romeo and Juliet. Bare in mind, I've put my setting probably in the 1800's.

Samantha Nixon woke up to find her maid opening the curtains to reveal a blinding sunlight fighting its way into her bedroom. She quickly shut her eyes again, waiting for her green eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. She blinked a couple of times and felt her breakfast tray being placed on her lap.

'It's time you were up, Miss Samantha, you've got the ball this evening,' her maid, Anna, told her employer, and Samantha instantly remembered, The Masked Ball. Yes, arranged for her 18th birthday, which was…today. 'And a very happy birthday, Miss, your family are waiting downstairs.' Anna kept up the cheerful but polite chatter whilst the young girl cut her rolls open to spread with butter.

'Thank you Anna, can you please set out my white silk dress and matching shoes, and then run a bath?' Sam asked, watching as the maid curtsied politely and did as she was told. 'And can you please leave me now?' Samantha continued, as the maid once again curtsied and then left her bedroom, bobbing once again and then turned and headed out the door.

Samantha sighed as soon as she heard the door click shut and leant back against the pillows. She was youngest daughter of a very wealthy family, and seemed to have the perfect life. She had her own maid, lived in a huge family house with a big master bedroom to herself and everything she'd ever wanted, but she still felt something was missing from the somewhat dream life she'd been born into.

Emerging from her bedroom, now fully dressed in a long, white silken gown and matching white satin shoes with a white cardigan covering her bare arms and her hair tied in a classic twist done by Anna, Samantha decided she ought to go downstairs and see her family, no doubt being greeted in the dining room with a table groaning with presents. She slowly descended the stairs with Anna close behind her, and saw what she suspected, her mother, father, two sisters and only brother stood in precision at the doorway to the dining room. Samantha forced a smile onto her face before racing to greet her mother.

'Good morning mama,' she said cheerfully, running into her mother's open arms.

'Good morning Samantha, happy birthday darling,' Emily Nixon practically sang into her daughter's ear. Hugging her swiftly, she saw Samantha face her father, bobbing a curtsey before whispering, 'Good morning, papa.'

'Good morning Samantha, happy birthday,' her father growled, before the young woman's two sisters, Annabel and Charlotte, grabbed one of their sisters hands each and lead her to the table, which, as Sam had suspected, was laden with presents. Annabel released one of her youngest sisters hand to grab a rather small present wrapped in newspaper.

'Here you go Samantha, happy birthday,' Annabel squealed, before running back to stand beside Emily. Sam began carefully peeling away the paper, as Charlotte stayed beside her, arm wrapped round her sister's shoulders. Sam found a box inside the paper, and inside sat a beautiful necklace on a blue cushion, silver, set with emeralds and sapphires, a perfect present. She looked at her elder sister and gasped.

'It's from me and Charlotte, we hope you like it,' Annabel said, grinning at the look of pure astonishment on the petite girls face.

'It is lovely, I will definitely wear it tonight,' the tiny blonde answered, before running to Annabel and kissing her cheek, not before doing the same to her elder sister who in return hugged her sister to her. It looked to be a perfect birthday.