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feet away. She was wearing a white-lace-and-emerald-green gown, which showed off an alluring figure that Romeo knew to be Rosaline’s. He had fantasized about the curve that went from her waist to her hips almost every night before he went to sleep. Now was his chance to properly court her.
    Romeo did not even think to excuse himself from his company. He just darted off into the crowd, slipping by vampire after vampire as though they were harmless. He did not even flinch as they floated through the room,their tongues licking dots of pig’s blood from their lips and their eyes glowing bright red. All he could see was the back of Rosaline’s head, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she halted in front of a marble column in the Great Hall and leaned up against it.
    Romeo was only steps away from her when she turned around and looked in his direction. When her eyes locked upon him, he thought he might burn up with fever and die right there in that very spot.
    At one time, the thought of dying might have troubled Romeo, much like his disturbing vampire dream from the night before. But all of a sudden he was no longer afraid of death. He was no longer afraid of anything. This delirious trance had rid him of every worry and filled him with a joy so all-encompassing that if he were to take his last breath before the sun came up tomorrow, his last words would be “Do not mourn me, for I have truly loved.”
    Romeo could not break away from the maiden’s potent stare, and even if he could, he would not. Her face was that of a heavenly cherub, a perfect creation by the hands of God. Her eyes were like gemstones, glittering at the bottom of a deep blue sea. By the way she carried herself, he could tell that she was as graceful as a swan; and from the way she kept looking at him, he knew that her soul was meant to find his.
    Without a doubt, this girl was Romeo’s destiny, but she was not Rosaline Capulet.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    â€œG ood evening, my lady.”
    Four words. That is all it took to shake the protective wall around Juliet’s heart down to its very foundation. A simple greeting, yet, at the same time, the most glorious thing she had ever heard a man say. It was the “my” that stuck with her. He had said the word as though he had been searching for her for many years, perhaps even his entire lifetime. This courteous and undeniably handsome gentleman—with soulful eyes, thin, pink lips, and a hint of stubble along his cheeks and chin—could not stop gazing at her either. Juliet had no idea that being singled out in a roomful of people could feel this wonderful.
    But she knew better than to wear her heart on her sleeve. Over the last two years, her nurse had given her plenty of advice on how to relate to men, and thenumber one rule was that women should be mysterious, coy, and say very little. Considering how dry Juliet’s mouth had suddenly become, not speaking would be effortless indeed. She also remembered that her nurse had mentioned that men loved the thrill of the chase. But with her legs feeling as though they were about to melt like the hot wax of a candle, she realized that it was too late for her to run.
    But why would she want to? One look at this man and instantly Juliet hoped to stay with him—until the moon and stars died, and all that survived was sunlight.
    â€œAre you waiting for someone?”
    The sound of his voice was so full and melodic, Juliet was mesmerized and still could not speak. She just nodded her head in response.
    â€œI see.” He briefly lowered his eyes to his feet, then engaged her with a small grin. “Well, I must admit, I feel as though it is my duty to watch over you until your suitor returns.”
    Juliet smiled back. “That is kind of you, sir, but what makes you think I am waiting on a man?”
    â€œWell, I, uh…” He trailed off and glanced up at the sky as though he were praying for the right answers.