My life is over.
Bette came in to my room this morning, and flung herself onto the floor, sobbing. When I asked her what the matter was, she told me that-
Well, I was betrothed when I married Romeo to another man, Paris. Because I am only thirteen, Father told Paris's family to wait a few years. Now, it has been decided that I will wed in three days- again. I cannot marry Paris- my husband is Romeo. The marriage is binding, and could never be annulled. The Pope himself couldn't argue about it, except for perhaps the part about being betrothed to another man, and our parents not approving (or knowing).
What can I do to escape the clamps around me?
Juliet
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