Chapter 3 pt.2 Rosaline POV:Surprise

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❗️❗️❗️DISCLAIMER❗️❗️❗️:THESE ARE SHAKESPEARE'S CHARACTER'S AND I'M JUST WRITING IT IN MY VERSION.ALL CREDITS TO HIM FOR THE CHARATERS

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Tybalt was diligently looking after Roise and Lorenzo. As I watched Juliet finish dancing with Count Paris, a man knelt behind me with his hand raised. I accepted, and he led me to the dance floor. My heart was hammering; it was Romeo. My breath grew unsteady.

"O my Rosaline... How have you been?" he asked with a smirk, his grip tightening on my waist. I struggled to push him away.

"How have you been?" he inquired, his breath tickling my neck as he leaned in. He's alive..?

Mortified, I ran out, tripping on my dress and falling onto the garden grass. Memories flooded in, tears welling up as I felt his touch on my shoulder.

"We didn't even start dancing, pretty," he commented, his hands cold.

I slapped his hand away, standing up. He stopped crouching.

"You faked your death?!" I yelled furiously, my voice cracking.

"Sorry, pretty... But I had to," he replied.

"Don't call me pretty! You lost those privileges a long time ago!" I screamed.

"Let's not scream, aren't you happy to see me?" he taunted.

"No, traumatized!" I retorted, gritting my teeth, feeling anger surge within.

"Why are you suddenly back?" I asked suspiciously.

"Reconnecting with family, friends, and... My true love," he replied.

"True love?" I asked curiously.

"You know her pretty well," he teased.

"Well, I thought I had the flu, but then I realized your face makes me sick to my stomach," I shrugged. His smirk turned into a frown, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of provoking me.

"You can toss insults at me all you want, but I know I still have your heart," he claimed.

"You can't ignore me forever," he said, crossing his arms.

"I am not ignoring you. I am simply giving you time to reflect on what an idiot you are," I replied.

"I never forget a person's face, but I'll be happy to make an exception in your situation," I said.

"Don't worry... You'll see me quite a lot," he smirked again.

"You should carry a plant around to replace the oxygen you waste," I told him.

Suddenly, Count Paris stepped in.

"Lady Capulet, desserts have arrived. I'll take you there," Count Paris said, leading me away from Romeo. I trembled, thanking him for his help. Count Paris was humble and said it was no problem.

I turned to see Tybalt, his back facing me across the ballroom holding Lorenzo. I walked towards him, and he turned around. In front of him was Romeo, holding Roise.

"Pretty... You didn't tell me how adorable your daughter was," he said, adoring my daughter.

I clenched my fist and snatched her away from him, placing her behind me.

"Don't touch her!" I ordered.

"Pretty... Don't be so-" he was speaking, but I grabbed a glass of wine from a table and threw it at his suit. I dragged my kids' hands away.

"Don't ever meet or talk to that man!" I ordered my kids, pissed off at Tybalt.

"Don't ever meet or talk to that man!"I ordered my kids.I was pissed off at Tybalt.

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