Oreoskidz - Yeah, that's how I like to interpret him! Wonderfully stark-raving MAD! And yay, there's another picture in the works! I'm all excited now :)
A - Oh dear, that sounds awful! We were camping in Belgium a week ago, and they'd had a storm not very far from where our campsite was. Thank God we came home! And I'm so glad you mentioned that designer, I mean, how do you find a perfect wedding dress for something as beautiful and glamourous as Rosaline?
Kiko33 - He is crazy, and that's why I love him!
I have just worked out, after this chapter, that I only have three more to publish and then I'm done. Luckily the last chapter is really long. How do you tie up ends that have lasted almost seventy chapters long? Anyway, as Juliet, Tybalt and Rosaline prepare to leave the Montagues, they find out a juicy tidbit of information.
"We're home!" yelled Tybalt, as they got back on Friday afternoon. It was their last day now. In a few hours, they'd be at Escalus' Palace, and then they'd be going home. It felt strange to think they'd be sleeping in their own beds tonight. Tybalt knew his bed would be covered in cat fur from where he hadn't shut the door properly when he stormed over to the Montagues with Juliet, and Juliet knew that her wardrobe would be spilling open from where Hermia had 'borrowed' a shirt or two. Or a skirt. Or a dress. Or some shoes. Rosaline knew that the house next door would have another smashed window, that the drug dealer across the road would be in custody again, and that Livia would have trashed her room.
"Hiya!" said Paulina, walking downstairs with one of her dogs following her. She bent down and petted it's fur "Are you lot ready to pack your bags?"
"Yeah" sighed Juliet "I'll be in my own bed tonight. And Hermia will have nabbed all my clothes that I left behind"
"Sisters" nodded Paulina with sympathy.
"I bet Livia's done the same with my stuff" said Rosaline "Except I will kill her if she's ruined anything. Would you show Hermia mercy?"
"Yes. She usually takes good care of my stuff, although she doesn't exactly tidy up what she leaves behind" muttered Juliet.
"Sisters! I have one as well. We used to share a bedroom, so it wasn't as if I could lock her out. Our house was tiny. She'd nick my nail varnish and once bent one of my favourite earrings in two. I don't even know she could have done it, since you wear earrings in your ears"
"But...you're Lady Montague. Why was your house tiny?" asked Tybalt, looking confused.
"I wasn't always Lady Montague. I used to clean this house before I lived in it. I come from a working class background. I was lousy in school and barely got any O Levels, as they were called back then. But my mate's mum had a cleaning business, and they were responsible for this place, so she agreed to take me on and then I got a job here. Me and Claudio hit it off right away, and we started dating. After a while, we got married and had Romeo. I still like to do a bit of cleaning every now and then, just to keep me busy. I bet you thought I was from a swanky middle class family, don't you?"
"Well," said Tybalt, glancing at Rosaline and Juliet "Yeah"
"Oh, so you learn something new everyday. Do you need any help packing?"
"I think I'm good" replied Juliet.
"I'll help Tibby" said Rosaline.
"Thanks, Ros" said Tybalt.