Juliet's name became a brand.
By the age of 25, she was a rising star in the fashion world—bold, fearless, and unapologetically unique. Her designs weren't just clothes. They were statements. Each outfit screamed rebellion, independence, and a fire that couldn't be tamed.
Her runway shows were electric.
Her interviews? Short, sassy, and powerful.
She was everything the world wanted—except available.
She rejected every man who tried to win her heart. Every suitor was met with a polite smile and a firm "No." People called her picky. Cold. Heartless. But the truth was simple:
She had given her heart away years ago.
To someone who never even asked for it.
Juliet kept a small sketchbook hidden in the back of her closet. It wasn't for fashion—it was for him. Tiny pencil drawings of a boy with calm eyes. Silhouettes of someone standing under a school hallway light. Scribbled words like "one day" and "I still remember."
Sometimes, late at night, she opened it and stared at the pages.
Then closed it before the tears could fall.
She never forgot his birthday.
Never stopped wondering where he was.
But she never reached out.
Because she was Juliet. Fierce. Proud. Untouchable.
And love? Love wasn't supposed to be begged for. It was supposed to be felt—freely, naturally, deeply.
Years passed. And even though she had everything…
She still felt incomplete.
Because somewhere out there, Romeo was living a life she was never part of.
And yet, in every heartbeat… he was still hers.