Dear Diary July 17th

What a-day, what a-day! My Juliet! That smart girl, is to be married to a man of impossibly beautiful looks, I swear he is sculpted. Why if I were in my prime, I would swear people think me sick with my green skin of envy. A wedding! Why I remember when she was not but six when she and the servingman's son, Phillip, pretended to get married. It was a big to-do even then. I brushed my Juliet's hair, whilst she squirmed to don her dress. When the procession took place, I read Juliet and Phillip their vows. I told her to kiss her husband, I did, and she ran away screaming! I followed that wench to her room, where she sat explaining how she couldn't marry him.

But, as I was saying, she's going to actually get married! But I fear it will not end well. She, much like with Phillip, isn't ready to get married. And, to add complications to the matter, she was looking at this… this Montague at the party last night. I think she fancies him. Oh wouldn't that be an added twist to this faerie tale? OH whatever the case may be.

I wonder where that girls gone off to. Her mother will want to come and see her soon, talk about her fiancé Paris. Oh what furry she will show if Juliet is absent from her presence. I bet she's on her balcony, day-dreaming. She's been doing that a lot lately.