As star crossed dreams of a Veronese garden wedding wilt away, she mourns, tears glittering her cheeks.
He's crept over to her with such quietude she doesn’t notice him by her side until his voice teases her from her sorrow. “Juliet, I’ve got a surprise for you.” He holds out his hands, revealing several packets of flower seeds and a cake mix.
“I don’t think we should put off getting married just because of a silly old family feud, do you?”
Her eyes travel from the gifts he’s brought her, to his eyes, where they settle, full of questions. He makes his case.
“We already have everything we need-each other. But for the sake of tradition, I got you flowers and a cake, too. They’re sort of implied, for now, but I’m optimistic about our future. What do you say?”
Glitter turns to diamond.
“I do, Romeo.”
My inspiration this week was this prompt:
“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
The quotation is from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë: