The story of twin girls, born from the rape of their mother. Their mother died giving birth to them, leaving then in the custody of the father who wasn't their father and 5 brothers who all couldn't bare to look at them. The girls were raised by nan...
Home. It's a foreign word to me, alright, half foreign. They say where you family is, that's where your home is. I don't have that, my home is Juliette, she's the place I can be myself. The King's mansion is a house, not a home, there's a big difference. I walk down the aisle, bookshelves on my either side. There are thousand of beautiful books, I want to buy all of them but I can't afford it, so I just come and look at them. My favourite genres are romance, fantasy and absolutely mind blowing thriller. I don't want to feel more depressed, so I just walk out. One of my tuitions got canceled, I'm free but I don't like it. I'd rather be busy then be free and depress myself with my problems. My phone rings, it's Daniel, I pick it up. "Hello." "I have something urgent to talk to you about, are you free?" Daniel's voice is urgent and its concerning me. "Yes, I'm free, one of my tuitions got canceled. What is it?" "Can we meet at the Rosellas cafe?" "Why not at Ruelle's?" I ask, that's where I and Juliette work. "Jul is working there currently, right?" "Yes." "Then no, I don't want her to overhear our conversation." Well, that's weird.
I enter Rosellas cafe, it's a bigger one then Ruelle's but it doesn't have that cozy feeling about it. I look around, there is an elderly couple sitting at the front, feeding ice cream to each other, that's what I want, never dying love. I look at the end and see many high schoolers, talking and laughing. Daniel is sitting at the table with the window on its side, it's a nice spot, I notice he looks anxious and he's tapping his foot. His head turns from where he was looking out the window to me as I approach him. "Hey." "Hey." He replies, immediately. Okay, now this is really weird. "Have you ordered anything?" I ask as I get comfortable on the seat. "Yes, a cappuccino for you." He says while sliding the cup towards me, it has a leaf design on it, looks yummy. "Thanks." I take a sip and continue. "What did you so urgently wanted to talk about which even Juliette couldn't hear about mistakenly?" "Okay, it's that you and Juliette will be turning 18 in 3 weeks, you'll move out and I'm terrified that I'll never get to confess my feelings to her." "And you just realised it?" "I've been trying to avoid the fact about you leaving but now I have realised I can't avoid it forever and in the meantime she will." Daniel seems to be sulking. "What do you want me to do?" I ask. Just then the high schoolers at the end start hooting and howling. "I want you to help me, when should I tell her and how? I don't think she see me more then her twins obnoxious best friend, that's another thing that has stopped me from confessing for so long, I'm scared for the rejection." Oh god! I'm literally trapped. First I couldn't tell Juliette that Daniel likes her, because I promised Dan I wouldn't, now I cant tell him that Jul likes him because I promises Jul I wouldn't. Gosh they both don't know they like each other and seriously, why don't they see the hints? "I have a idea, it will definitely work." I say with determination and confidence, well I already know that Juliette likes him, so it doesn't matter if he even confesses at school, she will accept. "What? What it it?" He is quite in a hurry it seems.
Juliette:
Tea. It's a drink I'm literally obsessed with. I seriously don't know why Scar doesn't like it. She prefers coffee better. I'm sipping my tea, I'm in a hurry so I can't enjoy it, I have to go to my room before someone walks in the kitchen. Scarlett is at the tuitions, as usual. I'm thinking I should start teaching, too, it would generously help our savings, or I could babysit. I'm interrupted by the sound of footsteps, I turn just as Dante enters the kitchen. He looks taken aback for a moment, but then stalks inside and walks towards the cabinets and brings a cup out. I keep my eyes on the floor and start gulping the half cup of tea, it's hot and is burning my tongue but id rather have a burned tongue then be in the same room as Dante, not that he's that bad, compared to his brothers, he's better. "You'll burn your mouth, drink slowly." I look at Dante, who's making his coffee, unlike Scar, he likes his bitter, I know this because Scar told me. She thinks of him very highly, out of all of them, I know Scar loves him the most, and 'love' because she doesn't hate any of them, she loves them despite everything they've done, she even loves that man who hasn't acknowledged her as his daughter ever, and I don't hate them but nor do I love them, they just exist for me. At least that's what I try to tell myself to be fair. "As if you care if I burn my mouth or myself." I sneer. He stops rotating his spoon, I ignore him, wash my cup and walk towards the door when he says. "You may think otherwise, but I do care and so do the others." "You don't actually want me to believe that, do you?" I say as I turn towards where he's leaning against the counter. "I don't think you'll believe anything I say, but I really wish you do." That's a lot of talking for Dante. "You're starting to sound desperate, you know?" I cross my arms. He's about to say something when sound of heavy footsteps interrupt him, he looks behind and so do I. It's Mr. Alessandro, he's staring between the two of us. I don't care if he heard our conversation, I quickly dart out of the room, passing him without a glance.
Dante:
As I watch her dart away, I can't help but feel a kind of loneliness. But how? How can I feel lonely for losing someone when I didn't have them in the first place? And it's not like I'm losing her. I have made mistakes, big ones, but the biggest mistake of my life was to believe Scarlett and Juliette were to blame for mom's death. I was young and grieving, and when dad told me it was them to be blamed for all this, I complied, I didn't think, I just did it. "What are you thinking?" Dad's voice brings me out of my thoughts, I didn't even realise he was there. He is still standing at the doorway, he looks dejected and I think there are many reasons for it. "How they grew up so fast." I say looking down. "They did." He says with a sigh while coming to lean against the island. I feel repulsed when I see him feeling bad for how he treated the twins. It's him who told us that they killed mom and we should blame them. Him who created this distance between us and them, him who built that hatred in us for them. But I can't really blame him, he had just lost mom, the women he loved more than anything in this world, when I say anything, I mean anything and everything. He would sacrifice anything in this world for her, even his children, no doubt. "Do you, ever, regret what you did to them?" I break the silence. "I do." He says. With that he starts walking towards the doorway but I hear him mutter, "Sometimes."
I can't sleep, the nightmares won't let me and that conversation with dad. I get up from the bed, walk out of my room and walk towards the kitchen. The corridors are dark, they have been for a very long time but what I don't expect is the sound of the piano in the air. It's coming from the music room, I quietly approach it, the door is ajar and as I near the door I recognise the music, it's Moonlight Sonata. I peek inside the room, and the sight before me swells my heart. Scarlett is playing the piano and Juliette is resting her head on her shoulder.
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Juliette's nightgown
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Scarlett's nightgown
I didn't know Scarlett knew how to play the piano, but she's playing it like she's a professional, every note is perfect, it sounds beautiful and soothing. Juliette is relaxed, her eyes are closed and she seems to enjoy the music a lot, they both look like angels but what are they doing here at this hour? The music ends and the silence follows. I'm about to head back, not wanting to ruin their moment or get caught, when Juliette's voice stops me in my tracks. "Do you think they, ever, even for a moment, loved us?" My head snaps to where she's still resting her head on Scarlett's shoulder but now her eyes are open. "They do, you know. They're just bad at showing it." Is Scarlett's reply. "For someone who's a great pianist, you suck at lying." Juliette says with a chuckle. "You don't need to lie to me, I know they never did and never will. God, why do I even ask these stupid questions?" "Because you hope that once the reply would be different and true." Scarlett whispers. I walk away, not wanting to hear anything else. "I wish I did a lot of things differently."
