Rosaline’s Diary Faith Irene Engelstad Ms. Burton ENG 2D March 6, 2015 Tuesday, July 6, 1693 Dear Diary, About a week ago, I began to hear rumors coming from the servants’ quarters, (they are a gossipy lot). Supposedly, there was a man by the name of Romeo, who had taken a fancy to me. When I first heard of this, I was shocked. A Montague? I, of course, immediately informed my mother of this news, but apparently, she already knew of the situation and, to my surprise was, thrilled. She explained to me that Romeos family is wealthy. She said that uniting our two families might end the feud. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the situation. Of course, I felt flattered to be wanted, but I hadn’t even met the man! …show more content…
She is loved by all, always considered to be the prettiest, the wisest, the most precious. I believe she has put everyone under a spell. Oh, but I see through her charm. She is nothing more than a good-for-nothing, flirtatious tramp if you ask me! I have endured this favoritism for years. But this! This is too much! Last night, at the masquerade ball, I was wandering around the Great Hall. I saw Romeo leave the dance floor and go behind one of the many hanging tapestries in the room. I stood there a moment to think. I came to the resolution that I had bided my time accordingly and that now was the time to act. I walked across the room and behind the tapestry. What I found was not what I expected. There, in the middle of the corridor, were Romeo and my cousin Juliet, arms so tightly wrapped around each other I couldn’t tell whose were whose, kissing! I was in utter shock! I was so upset that I ran straight home and shut myself in my room, where I proceeded to cry myself to sleep. Obviously, Juliet is the one to blame. I know Romeo would never betray me this …show more content…
There I was witnessing a catastrophic event, getting shocked as ever and then running home. The only difference this time around is that there was no crying. The first thing I did was sit calmly at my desk and wrote all of this in my diary. I don’t quite understand why I am not more upset. I feel rather dazed to be perfectly truthful… - Rosaline Capulet Monday, July 19, 1593 Dear Diary So Romeo and Juliet are married. Romeo and Juliet are married! No matter how many times I say it, I never get closer to understanding what went through their heads to go and do something as stupid as this. They just met for crying out loud! At least when Romeo was attracted to me, we had a relationship. It was silent, and often ended with me wondering if that last glare was a little harsh on my part, but at least it was something! But no, it only took Romeo — what, two minutes of looking at her beauty? — to realize that he was in love with her and that marriage the next morning would be the right way to go… Well at least it is final and I can start to come to terms with the fact that Romeo does not and will never love me. - Rosaline