Juliet was in a small room, the room was filled with mirrors, makeup, lots of it. She was having a special ball tonight and would be choosing her husband. But her husband had already been chosen, and she was barely interested in him, but her family wanted her to marry him. She shifts, in an uncomfortable way in a chair she had been say in for almost an hour to prep her hair and makeup. She had already chosen her outfit for the ball, which was a beautiful and radiant gown. She came from a wealthy family who lived in a mansion. She was rather grateful. She was nervous about the ball, of course as she had never really thought about being in a relationship with anyone before - Never. She shifts again. "Stop shifting around! You're going to smudge your makeup, Juliet!" Her mother cries, she had been looming for the past hour, wanting everything to go perfectly.