"Ello Willy!" I called.
"Oh my, Scarlet, don't scare me like that! What do you need?" he asked annoyed.
"Do you know where Conrad is?" I asked.
"He should be coming back soon. Might I ask why?" Willy asked with a mischievous grin on his face.
"I've heard so much about him, so I'd like to meet him," I said. That was not a lie, but Willy seemed to take it as one.
"Sure. Wait by the seats over there. He'll be there soon, I believe," Willy said waving his hand, dismissing me. I went to the balcony to wait, and soon enough he was there.
"Conrad?" I asked unsurely.
"Yes? Who might you be?" he asked suspiciously.
"You do not recognize me?" I asked. I remembered him slightly, from fourteen years ago.
"I'm sorry I do not," he said coldly.
"My name is Scarlet Massima Donatella Capulet," I said. His blood ran cold.
"It can't be. Juliet was the only survivor," he said confused.
"I left the palace the day before to visit a friend. I stayed over night and survived. Our cousin Tyblat is alive too," I said. He stood there flabbergasted. He shook his head and looked back up at me.
"Come," was all he said. I obediently fallowed. We walked down to a room where Francisco, Curio, Cordilia, Odin, and Antonio were sitting in.
"Scarlet? What are you doing here?" Curio asked standing up.
"She shall join us for Juliet's birthday," he said. I froze. So, Juliet was here.
"Is that the wisest idea? She may reveal something too soon," Francisco said in a hushed voice, leading Conrad and I into the hall way.
"I won't. Not until the time is right," I said, almost glaring.
"She is one of the only survivors, she must be protected," Conrad said to Francisco.
"We can't let this immature, impatient, idiotic, supposed Capulet stay, she must leave until we go to the graveyard," Francisco argued.
"Yeah, thanks. Love you too Francisco," I said sarcastically.
"Don't you see the resemblance? She has all of the Capulet physical features. Maybe her hair is darker than her mother's but she still has overwhelming evidence of Capulet blood," Conrad argued.
"Then why didn't we know about her survival?" Francisco challenged.
"I told you. I wasn't in the castle. You must not have known that I was away and just assumed my death was by Montague's hand," I said a bit offended. I knew I was a Capulet, and no one was going to take that away.
"She shall stay. At the graveyard, Scarlet will tell Juliet her identity," Conrad said stubbornly.
"Fine, but when this goes all wrong, don't blame me," Francisco glared at me. I glared back as he walked away, back to the others. Conrad and I fallowed. I froze as I saw Juliet. I looked around and I didn't see Odin.
"Juliet?" I asked weakly.
"Hello Scarlet. It's nice to see you again," she smiled. I went over to her and hugged her.
"Happy Birthday," I sobbed. I was so happy to see her.
"Why do you cry Scarlet?" she asked confused.
"All will be revealed tonight, Juliet," Conrad said. I removed my self from Juliet as Curio came to my side. I looked up at him and smiled, still crying. Juliet smiled and took her seat. We all sat down to the birthday feast. What a glorious feast it was! Such delightful food! We all helped with the cleaning as Juliet got ready to leave.
"Cordilia, you really out did your self, is feast was amazing," I said drying the last dish.
"Oh, Scarlet, your too kind!" She squealed. We put the dish away and went to meet the others in the theater.
The graveyard was spooky. There was a dark and a low fog settled over our feet.
"This is your father and mother's grave," Conrad said. He motioned to me as they parted. The followers a kneeled, as I walked up to Juliet. She saw everyone kneel and she fell down on her knees herself. I laughed a bit.
"Rise, Juliet. There is no reason to kneel. I am Scarlet Massima Donatella Capulet." She gasped.
"A Capulet?" she stuttered out.
"Yes, my sister. Now Juliet Fiamatta Ares d'Capulet, rise and receive your destiny," I smiled. Conrad pulled out of the Capulet sword and gave it to her. I could see in her eyes that she suddenly knew about why everything the way it was. Why she had to dress as a boy, why everyone was so secretive, why I cried when I saw her. We knew she was ready, just as she knew there were no more secrets. I just hoped they didn't keep anything from me.