Tis Sunday, no later than noon. Thy mother and nurse has come to me about marriage! Marriage, can you believe. I me, I'm only 13! I wish not to get married to any one at this time. My mother wishes for me to marry Paris! He is a lovely man but I don't wish to marry him.
I am shocked by my mother and the nurse's request to marry him!. There will be a ball tonight at my fathers house which is a Capulet. Thy mother has told me to look at him and think about my decision. I agreed, that I will look to like, not to love.
I don't know what will happen tonight. I do know that I wish not to marry Paris! Tis not my desire to hold hands with him and call him my husband. My mother doesn't understand that I will soon love someone else and not Paris. I haven't even seen him or felt any connection with him. The nurse can't expect me to really be with Paris. I know he's handsome but I can't do it. I wonder what my father thinks of this. I know he's always wanted me to wait until I was much older to marry any one. So how can my lady mother ask me to marry Paris when I'm only 13?
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