Juliet outstretched her legs on the couch, and thought about Mark and
Peter. Who would she belong to? She loved Peter, they were married. But she
had a place in her heart for Mark as well. She knew that they were both
incredibly nice and charming, but she knew she had to make a choice.
Peter walked through the door with a pie. "I stopped by Sally's Bakery, got you a curry pie."
"Thank you, Peter...wait, you couldn't be gone this long for a curry pie, could you?"
Peter paused for a moment. "Actually, I saw Mark."
"Hmm, what's new with him?"
"Well..." he felt a lump in his throat..."I saw the tape he made. You seem to be in it a lot."
"Yes...why does that matter?"
Peter knew that if he didn't jump on the conversation, he and Juliet would be talking all night. "Wake up, Juliet! He loves you! He's mad about you! I've seen the way he looks at you!"
Juliet was shocked. She twirled her blonde hair around her finger, as she often did when she was nervous. "He loves me?"
"Yes. Yes, Juliet. He loves everything about you. He loves the way you walk, he loves your eyes, he even loves your mad taste in food. EVERYTHING!"
Juliet couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get out. She headed toward the door, hoping Peter wouldn't notice. No such luck.
"Where the hell are you going?"
Juliet just said one simple word before she climbed into the car. "Out."
She kept on driving, singing along to the radio. She never thought that she would ever walk out on her husband, but she needed some breathing space. She kept on driving, until she reached the beach. She walked up the pier, and was surprised to see Harry, her friend Jamie's cousin, walking along it, too. He had the same look on his face that she did: Hurt, confused, torn.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hello."
They said at almost the exact same time, "What's wrong?"
"You first," spoke Juliet.
"My secretary is in love with me, and I'm a married man. I don't want to betray my wife, and I don't want to hurt either of them. You?"
"My husband's friend is in love with me, and I'm a married woman. I don't want to betray my husband, and I don't want to hurt either of them."
They laughed at the similarities. "There, I thought I was the only one with this sort of problem," Juliet explained.
"I guess we all face it one time or another."
"I guess so."
"So who's this guy who loves you?"
"Peter's friend Mark."
"Mark? His heart was broken so many times I assumed he'd given up on love," Harry told her solemnly.
"How do you know Mark?"
"He's my nephew."
Juliet smiled. Harry had about 20 nephews. Mark was bound to be related to him somehow.
"Maybe you can help me then."
"Sure, dear. What do you need help with?"
"Mark took a wedding tape, and I was in every shot. It was almost surreal."
"He loves you, all right. I'm sorry, but I'll have to tell you the truth: You have to confront Mark. Be brutally honest about how you feel, he'll understand."
"God, I hope so."
Juliet almost felt a lightning bolt beat her down. She didn't know how to be brutally honest. She was too afraid of coming across as mean. She didn't have the Harry talent, where he could be honest 24/7 and still be one of the nicest men in Europe...
Peter walked through the door with a pie. "I stopped by Sally's Bakery, got you a curry pie."
"Thank you, Peter...wait, you couldn't be gone this long for a curry pie, could you?"
Peter paused for a moment. "Actually, I saw Mark."
"Hmm, what's new with him?"
"Well..." he felt a lump in his throat..."I saw the tape he made. You seem to be in it a lot."
"Yes...why does that matter?"
Peter knew that if he didn't jump on the conversation, he and Juliet would be talking all night. "Wake up, Juliet! He loves you! He's mad about you! I've seen the way he looks at you!"
Juliet was shocked. She twirled her blonde hair around her finger, as she often did when she was nervous. "He loves me?"
"Yes. Yes, Juliet. He loves everything about you. He loves the way you walk, he loves your eyes, he even loves your mad taste in food. EVERYTHING!"
Juliet couldn't take it anymore. She needed to get out. She headed toward the door, hoping Peter wouldn't notice. No such luck.
"Where the hell are you going?"
Juliet just said one simple word before she climbed into the car. "Out."
She kept on driving, singing along to the radio. She never thought that she would ever walk out on her husband, but she needed some breathing space. She kept on driving, until she reached the beach. She walked up the pier, and was surprised to see Harry, her friend Jamie's cousin, walking along it, too. He had the same look on his face that she did: Hurt, confused, torn.
"Hi, Harry."
"Hello."
They said at almost the exact same time, "What's wrong?"
"You first," spoke Juliet.
"My secretary is in love with me, and I'm a married man. I don't want to betray my wife, and I don't want to hurt either of them. You?"
"My husband's friend is in love with me, and I'm a married woman. I don't want to betray my husband, and I don't want to hurt either of them."
They laughed at the similarities. "There, I thought I was the only one with this sort of problem," Juliet explained.
"I guess we all face it one time or another."
"I guess so."
"So who's this guy who loves you?"
"Peter's friend Mark."
"Mark? His heart was broken so many times I assumed he'd given up on love," Harry told her solemnly.
"How do you know Mark?"
"He's my nephew."
Juliet smiled. Harry had about 20 nephews. Mark was bound to be related to him somehow.
"Maybe you can help me then."
"Sure, dear. What do you need help with?"
"Mark took a wedding tape, and I was in every shot. It was almost surreal."
"He loves you, all right. I'm sorry, but I'll have to tell you the truth: You have to confront Mark. Be brutally honest about how you feel, he'll understand."
"God, I hope so."
Juliet almost felt a lightning bolt beat her down. She didn't know how to be brutally honest. She was too afraid of coming across as mean. She didn't have the Harry talent, where he could be honest 24/7 and still be one of the nicest men in Europe...