forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Yes, of course.” I looked at Juliet, listening attentively.

"I was scared, before meeting you," I said slowly, meeting his eyes unflinchingly. "I had no idea what you'd be like. The future leader of the most powerful family in the world's largest mafia? I….. I thought you might be violent."

“I can be.” I owed her this truth, whether my mother would approve or not. “On missions and when I’m at work. I got my first… hit mission at eighteen. I can’t lie to you and say I don’t have blood on my hands. But I’d like to protect you from that aspect of this life. If you’ll have me.” I smiled as earnestly as possible.

(sorry I disappeared, back now)

I don't really have a choice.

I returned his smile, however much it hurt to do so. "And I appreciate that, really, I do. But on the other hand, I am going to politely refuse to be a stay-at-home wife. I'm not one for… sitting around."

“I promise you that you won’t just be sitting around.” I smiled softly. “Try to have some faith in me.”

"Only if you trust me enough to let me share your power in the future and go on missions." My tone had a teasing quality, but in reality, I was fully serious. "If I'm going to be your wife, then, traditionally, I co-lead the mafia,"

“We’ll talk about mafia stuff when the time comes. For now, I’d rather pretend this is… well, normal I guess.” I shrugged, unwilling to lose the sense of stability I had just barely achieved. I prayed silently that the maid would hurry up and come get us so I didn’t have to dance around the topic.

I accepted the half-answer with a nod, grudgingly understanding. Almost as if on cue, my maid came hurrying down a twisting path, calling for us.

I looked up, barely holding back a sigh of relief. “You ready?” I asked gently, smoothing out my shirt.

No. Of course not.

"I am." Dark curls spilled over my shoulders as I adjusted my skirts, offering him my hand. "Are you?"

Nope. I’m terrified.

“Of course.” I offered my arm for her to take, trying not to seem stiff with nervousness.

I took his arm, and we began the walk back. My hands began to quiver, barely enough to be noticeable, which was a miracle in itself. Inside, I was an absolute wreck.

I did my best to still my curiously beating heart. This dinner had to go perfect. My mother seemed pleased once I had left with Juliet. As long as Juliet could act like we had hit it off perfectly, everything would be fine. I put on a dazzling smile as we entered the dining room.

My father pinned me down with a hard stare the moment Paris and I entered. A shiver ran down my spine, but my perfectly placed smile never once wavered as we sat.

“I apologize if we’re late. Juliet and I got caught up talking in the gardens.” I purposely avoided my parent’s gazes at the table, speaking to Angelo instead.

Angelo’s smile was the warmest I’d seen it in a long, long time—but how real was it? “That’s fine, Paris, I’m happy that you’re getting acquainted with each other. I trust it went well?”

“It did. You have a wonderful daughter.” I reached over to grab Juliet’s hand, making a show of squeezing it gently and giving her a loving smile.

My shoulders went stiff on instinct, but I quickly moved to cover the uncomfortable gesture with a shy shrug. “And you have a wonderful son, Mr. and Mrs. (what’s their last name?)”

“I’m glad you both had such a lovely time.” Veronica spoke up from across the table. I could feel her gaze burning into me as I desperately avoided eye contact.

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My phone won’t let me edit though, sorry)

“I’m glad you both had such a lovely time.” Veronica spoke up from across the table. I could feel her gaze burning into me as I desperately avoided eye contact.

The fact that Paris was downright refusing to look at his own mother didn’t go unnoticed by me—but why?

Disrupting the sudden silence, Angelo rang a tiny bell, and the footsteps of platter-bearing servants reached our ears.

I tried to hide my relief as food was brought over, but it was still somewhat visible in my slouching shoulders. As my mother’s command, I hadn’t eaten a thing all day so I wouldn’t disrespect the Capulets by refusing food.

“So, Paris.” My father passed Mrs. Escalus a dish laden with tender chicken breast. “Tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Last year I graduated college with my associates degree in business, Sir.” I started explaining, trying not to let my mouth water. I took a deep breath, sucking in my stomach to prevent in from growling.