A/N: ok I see now the last chapter wasn't really a filler because a lot of important stuff happened. This chapter is more of a filler but it gives you insight to how their family works.

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Chapter 12- The letter

"Mornin' sweetie."

I looked up from my stack of pancakes to see Ada walk into the kitchen with a handful of post in her hands.

"Good morning Ada," I said

"How're the pancakes?" she asked.

"Brilliant as always." I said truthfully. Ada walked over to the fridge and took out the carton of milk and poured out a glass and handed it out to me.

"Thanks."

"Good morning ladies," Timmy said as he walked into the kitchen in his pyjamas.

"you know breakfast time finished a while ago..." Ada said trailing off, making a big show of looking at her watch.

"Sorry, late night." Timmy said giving Ada a smile, the one ever since he was young Ada could never resist. She had practically raised us as since she had no children of her own and she cared for us as we were.

"I know, I figured so when I got the one AM popcorn call."

I looked disapprovingly at Timmy, since he woke Ada up and he was fully capable of putting popcorn in the microwave himself.

"Oh don't worry," Ada said laughing, " I heard pottering around in my kitchen and saw Timmy awake and since I wanted my kitchen intact in the morning I offered to make it myself, but anyway since I have some batter left….."

"Thank you Ada!" Timmy said. She ruffled his hair as she walked past to get to the stove.

"So, how'd your party go?" She asked.

"Well…" I started but didn't quite know how to finish.

"Compton had the nerve to crash our party, can you believe that! I can't believe Romeo Martinez actually –"

"Romeo. I read his family moved back in the newspaper. I remember when you were both young, he used to spend so much time here it would have been easier if he just moved in!" Ada said chuckling.

"If you're done reminiscing I think I just lost my appetite." Timmy said while he jumped up from sitting on top of the kitchen island table and walked out the kitchen.

Ada looked shocked and looked at me, as if asking me what just happened.

"Don't mind him…. He's just a little sensitive when it comes to Romeo ."

Ada turned around again and continued cooking the pancakes, " such a shame too, they were such good friends."

" I don't remember much."

"Well you were young and pretty absorbed in your own life, you had your own friends, it wasn't like it is now how you and Timmy have the same circle of friends."

What she said was true. Me and Timmy were in different schools then so I didn't really have much reason to pay much attention to him and his friends.

Maybe Ada knew something. " Ada, do you know why they stopped talking?"

" I don't believe I do , it was so many years ago." She saw my disappointed expression, "why don't you just ask Timmy?"

I didn't really want to go into how he wouldn't tell me so I just nodded. Ada plated up the pancakes she had just made and added took out the chocolate sauce from the cupboard and added it on the top. The then got out the whipped cream and strawberries and put them on too, finishing with chocolate sprinkles on top. Just the way Timmy liked it.

"Now since you're finished, be a dear and take this up to Timmy, I know he still wants it !"

I put my plate by the sink and took the tray from Ada.

"Oh and sweetie, there was mail for you but your Dad took it into his office with him."

"Mail?" I asked surprised. I rarely got any letters. What with everyone using email and social networking sites nowadays, the only post I got was the various magazines I was subscribed to.

"Yeah , it was pretty official looking too. But your Father saw it when I took his mail in ."

"Ok, thanks Ada, " I said. I was curious to what the letter could be. I saw Timmy sitting by the pool—dressed now, through the patio doors. I walked outside and put the tray on the table beside him.

"Ohh thanks, that looks good." He said rubbing his hands together as he sat up and picked up his tray . I just glared at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You know what ! Just because you have stuff going on in your life, don't be an ass to Ada!"

"Oh that. She knows I didn't mean it!"

"That's not the point! "

" Ok fine I'll apologise when I go back in. Happy?"

I nodded and smiled and headed back toward the main house. I walked along the silent corridors until I came to my father's office. On a rare weekend like today when he was at home , he spent the day working in his office. I knocked and opened the door gently and saw my father on the phone. He saw me come in and waved me over to one of the chairs. I went in and sat down looking at his desk trying to see if this mysterious letter was there. I had no idea what it was and why he had it, but I was intrigued as he didn't usually make a habit of taking interest in my post. As far as I could think, I hadn't done anything bad lately. Except for pulling the fire alarm! Maybe Larko had pieced it all together, how I had been talking to him, defending the fact that nothing unorthodox would happen during the night, and then within a few minutes the alarm when off.

"Ok, I'll have Cindy fax over the originals now. Thanks, Bye." He put the phone down and looked at me. He didn't say anything, he just handed me an envelope from his draw. I took the envelope and looked at it. It didn't have anything on the outside apart from my name and address. I opened it and took the letter out. The first thing I saw when I folded down the first bit of paper was the familiar black and gold crest of 'St Martin's School of Performing Arts'. I unfolded the rest of the letter and froze as soon as I saw the first line. 'Dear Miss Capulet, I am pleased to say we would be delighted to offer you a place in our school ….'

I remember when my parents first organised for me to graduate early with Timmy's class and I was looking through college brochures, I came across St Martin's school of performing arts, in London, and I knew it was perfect for me. They had the exact composition classes that I wanted. But in reality I knew I would never go there, but a part of me wanted to know whether I was good enough to get into the exclusive school with my talent, so I had applied, not expecting to receive a reply. I had sent them an audition tape which happened to be the same backing track that had played aloud at the dance.

I couldn't help but smile, knowing they had liked my piece.

"It wasn't part of the plan to apply to other schools that weren't on our three year plan."

"I know. I just wanted to see if I would get in."

"Well I'm glad that's understood. Your letter from Yale came this morning, and you were accepted," he said smiling.

Without knowing whether I would be accepted to St Martin's or not, it was never a possibility for me to go there in my mind, but now that it was in front of me, all I wanted was to go. I wasn't surprised I was accepted into Yale, what with my father's influence.

"And if I wanted to go to the music school?" I asked cautiously.

"Music school? Why would you want to go there? It's not exactly a diploma the joint head of Capulet enterprises would need."

" I just …" I didn't really know how to explain to my father that I didn't want to go to Yale and live my life with Paul.

"Juliet, I don't think you understand what's at stake here. Montague Corporation is growing and I need to combine with Paul's fathers business in order to take them over!" He said talking about the business deal that was planned to dictate my life.

"You go to Yale. Move in with Paul. Eventually get married. Then when we retire, Paul can run both businesses." He finished.

"Paul can run both businesses? What about me?" I asked. Since I was a big part of his plan, I was expecting to run the business with Paul.

"Well you and Paul will be married. "

"Yes, but what about running the business? Why is Paul doing it?"

"What you want to run the business? Juliet, running a business isn't as easy as you think. And you'd be happier being at home. Just look at your mother and see how happy she is." My mother. He had to be kidding. She wasn't exactly the picture of happy. She used to when I was little, but then my Dad started the company and started working more and my parents started spending less time together. My Dad would frequently compensate for the lack of time, by handing over one of his credit cards and telling her to 'go get something nice.'I definitely did not want to turn into my mother.

"Are you saying you don't think I'm capable of it?" I asked, getting angrier by the minute.

"Well I know you Juliet…." Him, know me! He had to be kidding; we hadn't spent any real time together in years!

"Well if that's all I'll be doing why can't I go to the music school then?"

"Juliet. You're going to Yale. And that's final." He said. Then on cue, his phone rang.

"Yes?" he said answering it.

He looked up at me, as if he just noticed I was still sitting there, and waved me out. I took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten. Then I picked up my letter from St Martin's and walked out his office. I picked up my car keys and called out to Ada in the kitchen .

"I'll be back soon."

"ok , hunny." She called back.

I needed to get some air.

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