"Juliet ! Do you know if your brother is coming home tonight ?" Shouted my mother from the living room.

"No, mother. The last time I saw him, he told me he was very busy." I replied back. "In fact, I hope he isn't coming tonight… He can be so disrespectful towards the kids and the elders…" I muttered under my breath.

I was sitting in my brand new red armchair practicing my violin partition. My room was huge. A big red bed was right in front of the door, with a golden nightstand next to it. The left wall was completely covered by windows showing our gigantic garden
/and the right wall was covered by bookshelves. Since my father's death, I've read a lot of novels, it made me forget the world I was living in and I was, at once, happy.

"Ugh… I can't play this ! It's way too difficult…" I whispered staring at my violin. My mother forced me to play the instrument but I hated it.

I stared at a picture on the wall. A portrait of father and I. I remembered the day we took the picture. It was a wonderful day ; I had, at last, the right to leave the house without all of the guards that habitually follow me everywhere. I could spend
/a day with my father, and it was the best thing I could ever wish for. I just turned 15 and I wore a pretty red dress. In the picture, my father is looking at me like i'm the most precious thing in the world (Which we know isn't true).

I missed him so much. He was a father, a friend and a confident to me. He was always defending me when Mother was complaining, and I never thanked him enough for that.

I wiped a tear strolling down my cheek and tried to remain calm. That's when I heard a shy knocking on my door.

"Miss Starrick ? I'm sorry to disturb you, but your mother wants you to be perfectly dressed for tonight. She said someone wanted to meet you. Do you mind if I help you out ?" Amelie, the maid asked me quietly, staring at the floor.

"There is no problem with that, Amelie. And I already told you to call me Juliet, you know I hate being called after my brother's last name…"

"I'm sorry, M... Juliet. Can you, please, sit down in front of your mirror ? I will start with your hair and makeup."

"Don't apologize ! And... do you know who wants to see me ?" I asked her when I was sat at my desk.

"I heard it's a man who wants to marry you... I'm sorry Juliet, I know you hate it when your mother makes choices at your place." She was braidingmy dirty blonde hair and made something beautiful. My hair was in a braid bun with loose strands of

hair hanging on the sides of my face. A blue flower, matching my eyes,completed the work of art.

"Oh no... I'm sick of this ! Can't I just have a normal life ? Why do I have to do things that I don't want to do ?" I sighed. "I guess I don't have a choice."

"Maybe this man is the one Juliet... have faith ! Alright, come here, I'm going to help you put your dress on".

"Miss Starrick, it's a pleasure to meet you. You look wonderful in that blue dress." Sir Raymond Bregster bowed and kissed my hand.

He was a black haired man with grey eyes. He was very tall and looked like a powerful businessman. To be honest, I was a little afraid of him. The way he looked at me -like a wolf look at his prey- was giving me shivers.

"Yes... A pleasure..." I muttered under my breath. "Do you want some tea or shall we eat dinner ?"

"I would prefer to learn a little more about you... Let's have a walk."

The guards stepped towards us, but Sir Bregster stopped them with a sign of the hand.

"We would prefer to be alone, it would be better if we are more... intimate." The guards nodded. " We understand, Sir."

Sir Bregster looked at me with a devilish smile." Come on little Juliet... Come with me..."

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