Music was played in fairest symphony, harmony in the ears as guidance for the body where several couples started moving their feet, clinging onto the other while performing dances equal to the heartbeat.
As silhouettes were moving among other postures, never touching, was Juliet getting prepared and helped with the nurses gestures.
One out of three nurses was making sure her hair looked phenomenal as her hands carefully took locks and displayed them in the perfect spot.
The second nurse was pulling and dragging onto her newly sewed dress, made of the finest materials and detailed with expensive ornaments.
The very last nurse, who was rushing her way over to lady Capulet through the hallways, came running in, exhausted but holding the lady's shoes that perfectly match the velvet dress.
Juliet adored herself into the giant mirror situated in front of her, admiring her marvelous velvet blue dress, matching classic shoes and perfect hair altogether. The nurses smiled at her appearance, joy in their eyes as they felt that tonight was the foretold night some future man and her could coherence.
"May I say, my lady, that thou looks absolutely superb." The nurse with blonde soft waves spoke, gaining a meaningful smile from the lady Capulet.
"Only the best is what thou deserve." The darker haired nurse confirmed as she did the finishing touches.
The fair lady was exhilarated, not only because she might find prince Charming, but also because a costumed ball is somewhat alarming. Alarming might not be the right word but then exhilarated would be an overstatement, and prince Charming would be blatant.
Whilst lady Capulet was descending, the three youngsters made their entree, seeking a lady and being carefree.
Benvolio was out at first, taking the lead and now dancing with some exquisite maiden who purposely nursed.
Mercutio was out secondly, wrapping up a rich equal whilst being loquaciously.
Romeo stood by side and observed, taking in the details of every wealthy looking female somewhat curved. Not that the sight of a person's facade preposterously mattered, that was, until alluring lady Capulet left his sight shattered.
Breathtaking she was, more exquisite than any lady could have ever been, expression on her defined facade all keen. Her smile making flowers bloom even at night, imperfections impossible in her fleek sight.
Before the young man realized, he was heading toward the direction of the lady he idealized. Her delicate hand carefully cherished in his palm as a new symphony could he heard. His other hand resting on her thin waist, his eyes observing her outlines he traced. The mellow music throbbed in their ears, as both of their bodies naturally pulsated. Both their bodies molded perfectly, comprehending the anticipation.
Their feet moved along the rhythm of the soul, being freed of the secure of control. Their gazed focused on the other, all the remaining people dissolving in a smother. A feeling came creeping inside them which they never felt, electrifying is what they dwelt.
Sensational, prodigy, amorous and ardent is what rushed through their relaxed veins, electricity is what their touches expressed, as if one thousand fireworks were shot into the starry sky. One taste enough to get them high.
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Romeo & Juliet
Short Story'She looked like a white rose, Who first sensed the rays of light Fed by the drops of water from dawn night; That bloomed to its finest point In the purest form ever told, A delight for the sight And aching for the soul With a heart worth more than...
