Juliet must've really fainted, for she remembered nothing but waking up in her bed the next day.
"What happened?" She asked drowsily.
"Tybalt's dead," Angelica said tartly.
Juliet didn't care for Tybalt a bit. "What about Romeo?"
"He's banished."
Banished! Juliet was horrified. "Why?"
"He killed your cousin, milady." Duh!
"So? Tybalt wasn't worth that much!" Juliet screamed. "So what if he's dead? Romeo shouldn't have been banished!"
Angelica looked up at Juliet, "Sorry, can't help you there, lady."
"Oh, woe is me! Romeo banished. Am I never to set eyes on his face again?"
"No," Angelica said bluntly. Sorry.
Juliet ignored her nurse, "Oh, sweet moon goddess! Have pity on me! My love has been torn away from me. Please, my lady Moon. Help me in my hour of distress!"
"It's noon," Angelica pointed out the obvious.
Again, Juliet chose to ignore the comments from the peanut gallery. "My heart is in pieces. My soul blackened by ashes. My life I care not for. Just, please! Help my poor, sweet love!"
"Oh, stop it," Angelica sighed impatiently. "You know you can't love him."
"And why is that, woman?" Juliet snapped.
Is she honestly that stupid? The nurse thought. "Have you forgotten, milady? You're Lady Juliet, jewel of the Capulet. And he's Romeo of the house of Montague, mortal enemy of the Capulet. If you attend your history lessons for once, maybe you'd know," Angelica added dryly.
"So what if his last name is Montague?" Juliet was starting to lose control of herself. "It's just a last name! His last name could be La Idiot for all I care!"
"Romeo the Idiot," Angelica mused. "I like that."
"Rose! Stop pestering me with such nonsense!"
"What would you have me do then, lady?"
"Oh, go jump off a cliff," Juliet dismissed the older woman with a dismal wave. "I don't care!"
Angelica studied her lady, "Love always makes a girl rebellious. But then again, you've always been defiant."
"And what do you mean by that?" Juliet demanded.
"Oh, nothing, lady, I meant nothing." Angelica knew better than to anger Juliet, especially when Juliet had just heard of Romeo's verdict.
"A servants' place is to obey and be silent," Juliet scolded. "You'd do well to remember that, woman."
"Yes, milady, my mistake," Angelica said meekly. Juliet's anger was something to be afraid of; she was definitely not a girl to be reckoned with.
Juliet sat down in front of her mirror (not the broken one, but her hand mirror.) Her blond, wavy hair was down to her waist, her blue eyes piercing and sharp. Her eyes were big enough, but her nose a bit on the large side. Her lips were a fair color, as well as her cheeks. If only her nose was a bit smaller.
"Angelica…" Juliet turned to her nurse.
"Your nose is fine, milady," Angelica cut her off. Juliet was like this every day. The girl cared too much about her looks. She was pretty, and she wasn't going to turn ugly anytime soon. Juliet just needed to calm down and stop fretting over nonsense. "If you keep worrying, your hair will turn white sooner."
"I'm not worrying about my nose!"
"Then what are—oh," Angelica finally understood. "Romeo again?"
"Rose, have you no heart, no emotion?" Juliet's sad eyes focused on Angelica's face. "My love, soul, life has been banished into the harsh, brutal world with nothing but the clothes on his back, friendless. How could I not worry for him?"
Angelica stared, disbelieving. Surely this conceited, self-obsessed girl could never be able to fully love a man. Surely this was all an act. But the worry and distress in Juliet's eyes looked so real that Angelica began to have her doubts. Could this girl have a part inside her self-absorbed heart that cared about other people? And if she did, could that person be Romeo Montague? Juliet didn't even say a word of sorrow when she heard of her cousin's death. Yet when she heard of Romeo's banishment, she started to scream as if doom day had arrived.
That boy always had had too much charms for his own good, Angelica thought, shaking her head. She had known Romeo as a good-for-nothing farrago, a smooth-talking ladies' man. He had been famous ever since he was 14 for his fencing skills, hot-temper, and his way with ladies. Now that she thinks about it, Angelica remembered that Romeo did have a girlfriend. Was he going to dump her for Juliet? Or was he two-timing both girls? What other girls could he be in a love affair with? Rose knew none of the answers, but she knew how to find out. Tomorrow was Market Day. She'll find out there.
