The next day, Paris arrived in his Ferrari with Juliet. She stepped out of the car and thanked him for giving him a ride home. Little did she know, this wasn't her home, it was my house! As he drove off, Juliet smirked and headed to the door. She headed up the doorsteps and then knocked on my door. I excitedly ran downstairs. I opened the door. "Juliet!" I said happily. We embraced.
"Where's Benvolio?" she asked.
"He's asleep," I said.
Juliet nodded. "Oh, Romeo, I'm so sorry I had to go," she said.
"That's okay, Juliet. No need to fret," I said.