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s in the city, surrounded by fountains, manicured roses, and whispers of old money for them to glorified, she carried with her the weight of perfections. Her face too radiant, and a painting that comes

She played the violin with haunting precision, rode horses like a queen in exile place, and debated philosophers with the finest minds at private dinner parties in the city. But it was n

was the golden heir of the local banking dynasty owned by his father, a man selected for her as much as she for him. Their engagement had been orchestrated by more than agreed upon. An

poor boy from h

arried history in his eyes and fire in his blood for her. For a few stolen weeks Juliet had tasted freedom. That curated kind served in champagne flutes at society galas night, but the raw kind, messy and hone

he thou

er, sharper, and dressed in black like a shadow resurrected in her. He had not come for pleasantries.

n that moment

town, was more than romantic defiance but revolution. A woman bred for si

, so carefully polished and well debated in whispers behind closed doors. Lewis's pride w

et didn'

o once watched swans in the lake also believing, that she'd fly too. She thought of her mother, how elegant, who once said, "We

ed in being the jewel of the

it and alliances would break. Lewis's family will send veiled threats. But Juliet, is unafraid, p

lved pasts. Juliet , glowing in a crimson gown that hugged every calculated curve in her elegance of royalty and the defiance o

clenched his jaw. Taylor, in the gossip mood, watched gleefully, scenting a scandal ready to bloom in the tow

llion and her father's wishes over her life and love for her. But as she stared deep into Maro's eyes she saw a spark of love traits that no woman will se

ned him? Yet, amid the swirl of questions, Juliet's voice silenced them all. "This ti

Juliet walked away, head held high, to them the carefully built