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Not far away, in her own room, another girl was dressing for the day. Rosalie Carshe wound her golden waves of hair around her fingers impatiently. She knew what was coming. Her mother.

Sylvia Carshe was well known around the town for being cold, sharp tounged, and generally disliked, but respected anyway. Most people felt bad for her, as her husband had died a few years prior, but what they didn't know was that the family was nearly bankrupt.

Ever since, Rosalie's mother had pressed for Rosalie to marry money to save the family. If Gnomeo loved her like she imagined, this would all be a lot easier. She couldn't go on pretending that he was on to her forever.

Her mother strode in, wearing black as she always did now. Her face seemed to appear in the mirror behind Rosalie, and she gasped.

"Mother! You startled me!"

"Rosalie, that expression is not attractive."

Rosalie looked down.

"Neither is a poor girl, with a lost reputation and no husband." Her mother raised a thin, arched brow.

Rosalie grimaced in annoyance. "I know! I know!"

"You said that Gnomeo boy and you, are close. Ha! I didn't see him with you the entire night."

Rosalie traced the embroidery pattern on her skirt with her finger. "We talked once."

She didn't say it was about some girl he was chasing.

The girl disappeared too. What were they doing?

"Rosalie, do you understand what is at stake here? Do you understand why you must marry?!"

"Yes!' She cried, frustrated. "To save everything our family still has!"

"Our pride! Our dignity! Our fortune! I'm doing this for you! Unless, you want to end up on the streets, than fine! Don't come crying to me!"

"MOTHER! Just arrange it!"

"It's not that easy, my dear. Katherine Bluebury wouldn't agree to it, she's protective of the boy. Do you think I haven't tried? You have one week, to make him fall hopelessly in love with you, which he obviously isn't, or you are going to have to settle."

Rosalie looked in the mirror, at herself.

I'll do whatever it takes, but what am I going to do?

...

Juliet woke up feeling delightful. Nothing could have spoiled her mood.

I'm getting out, to go see Gnomeo!

She even caught herself singing as she did her hair. She hadn't sang in years. Sure, she was probably a little rusty, but it hardly mattered.

"So what are you planning on looking like, for this date?"

Juliet whirled around, and saw Nanette standing with a pile of dresses and things bigger than Juliet.

"Nanette! I'm not going to need all of those!"

"You have no idea what you're wearing, and it's less than three hours until you leave, this IS a disaster!"

"No it isn't!"

Nanette placed her head in her hands. "You are insane. We have so much to do!"

"What?"

"Hair, makeup, an outfit!"

"Nanette, I don't think.."

"Come with me, sweetheart"

An hour later, Juliet was amazed. Her hair was flawless, her makeup perfect, her white summery dress was absolutely stunning.

"You look pretty good, if I do say so myself." Nanette agreed. Juliet never imagined she could ever look as good as she did. She'd always really never cared for fashion and dresses, but here she was, twirling and feeling like a princess. Gnomeo made her feel like a princess.

"Now go see Gnomeo!" Nanette told her. Juliet nodded giddily.

As she slipped down the hall, trying to be quiet, she was nearly out the door, when Tybalt called her.

"Juliet! There you are! I've been looking for you, your dad wants to see you."

His voice was harsh and scornful. And he scowled like she was the worlds biggest annoyance.

"And where are you going?"

"Nowhere, why do you care?"

Tybalt scowled.

"Are you sassing me?"

"Am I?"

He shook his head, and muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"Nuthin, you spoiled brat."
"Ignorant bastard!"

"Stupid witch!"

"Juliet!"

Lord Redbrick's voice interrupted their arguement.

"Coming Dad!" Called Juliet, trying to sound pleasant.I'm already going to be late!

Tybalt made a terrible face at her, and she rolled her eyes.

I have got to stop antagonizing him like that! She mentally reprimanded herself, He'll take it out on Gnomeo later!

Quickly, Juliet pasted on a smile, as her father emerged from his office.

Like she wasn't nearly about to miss the most important day of her life so far.

"Hi Dad."

"Juliet! Could you come into my office please?". Drat. I'll never get out of here!

"Sure Dad, why?"

"I've been thinking, you see, about your situation."

"My situation?"

"I've forgotten how you have grown up, and therefore, there are some changes that need to be made around here."

Juliet's heart lept in her chest. Finally her father was seeing some sense!

"You need a different kind of companion. Someone younger and more appropriate to take care of you. Now I don't know how much thought you've given marriage and your future, but I have given it quite a lot."

What was he getting at?

"My future? Marriage? Daddy, what?"

"Yes. And there's someone you should meet."

Juliet scoffed. "Who?"

Her father opened the door and pushed her in front of him gently. A man looked up from where he sat.

"Juliet, this is Paris Merken, Paris I present to you, my daughter Juliet Rose Redbrick."

That was when Juliet saw his face. The poor guy hadn't been blessed with a gift of handsomeness. He was a bit on the stouter side, with thick spectacles that he quickly pushed up his nose.

"Madamoiselle, the honor is all mine." He told her formally. He nerdily wiped his brow and kissed her hand.

Juliet was at a total loss for words. What was going on here?

"Uh, nice to meet you too, sir." She stuttered, feeling flustered and more confused.

"Please,call me Paris."

" Hello Paris. Dad? What is going on here?"

"I thought we discussed this. It's time for you to think seriously about marriages. Paris would be a lovely suitor." He nodded and turned his heel. "I'll leave you two, to talking. Tootles!"

Juliet couldn't believe this.

Paris cleared his throat awkwardly. "Fine library your father's got here, really marvelous collection. Do you ever read from it?"

"Uh, no I haven't really."

Paris looked disappointed then he brightened suddenly.

"These are for you!" He handed her a small bouquet of slightly smashed flowers. Actually handed, was putting it mildly. He more shoved them at her, and she ended up coughing petals out of her face. Juliet grimaced. She just wanted to get out of here!

"Oh, heh, Thank you?"

" It was no trouble. Uh, right well I've got a poem here for you."

Oh no, this cannot be happening.

"Paris?"

"Yes my love?"

" I think-, Hey wait, since when am I your love?"

"Well, obviously, as we are to be married."

"What?" Juliet whirled around in horror and shock. "I did not agree to this!"

"Well, nothing is final, but since you are obviously infatuated with me, I think we can-"

"I never said I was!"

Just then, Nanette popped her head in, "Is everything ok in here?"

Then she saw Juliet's horrified expression. "Juliet, you look ill? Can I get you a drink?"

"I think, I just need some air." Said Juliet quickly. She got up and ran for the door.

Nanette looked at her with questioning eyes. "He's awful!" Juliet whispered. "I cannot stand this!'

"I'll cover for you!"

"Seriously? I can't make you do that"

"It's fine. I want to!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay then. Thanks Nanette." She hugged her friend quickly and ran out the door, and out the gates.

I'm coming Gnomeo!

...

Gnomeo hadn't looked this good in years. He'd bathed and made sure he smelled nice. He'd shaved himself clean, and combed his blonde hair, at least dozen times. He really wanted to look good, and he really hoped that she would like what he had planned. He really hoped this was real, that she was real, that she would come, and that she liked him as much as he liked her. He'd dreamed of Juliet all night, and swore he smelled her the next morning. Every minute away from her had been torture, and eleven forty five couldn't come fast enough.

Where could she be? Had she gotten held up somewhere? What if her father wouldn't let her out?

Then he saw her. Across all the people in the busy square, she stood out like a white flower in a pile of rotting leaves. She saw him at about the same instant, and her face lit up. She ran through the people over to him and his carriage.

"Gnomeo!'

"Juliet! It's so..so good to see you. You look amazing."

"You too!" He offered her his hand, and she hoisted herself up.

"So where are we going?" She asked him, her cheeks rosy. God, she was so beautiful, he could hardly focus on driving.

"You'll see." He told her. She grinned.

"I love surprises!"

Somewhere, on a less sunny side of town, a girl with blonde curls was angrily sitting on the front steps of the Bluebury mansion, her head in her hands. A man walked down the marble steps.

"Can I help you Miss?"

"I'm afraid not Mr. Sowden. No one can help me at this point."

"What's a pretty girl like you, doing looking so troubled?"

"It's a long story, and it's an awful mess sir. It's fine really."

"Rosalie."

He sat on the steps next to her. "I have the time. Tell me about it."

And she did, as the girl spoke, Charles Sowden's mind wandered slightly.

Who is this red girl anyway?

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