I tried on my tunic— a perfect fit. If only Silvia were there to see me, she would have gasped in delight. I hoped that she had plenty of distractions up in Heaven. She was up there, I was sure of it. And that day, I learned that Juliet had gone up to join her. All of the preparations were called off; my beautiful tunic was discarded, a black garment put in its place. And I watched from my window as Uncle Escalus shooed off friends of the family, bringing ample consolation but sent away with mild apologies.
Uncle Escalus eventually retired, leaving a servant in his place. I remained on my windowsill, looking at the stars. The pair was there— the timid one looking rather depressed, the brighter one trying to tell him that it would be okay, everything would be okay. "I'm sorry," I whisper to the brighter one, "I'm so sorry."