POV: Juliana Capulet

Dancing with Ronan Montague was like stepping into a fairy tale that I knew would end in tragedy.

He moved with the confident grace of someone born to lead, but his touch was gentle as he guided me into a slow waltz under the star-scattered sky. The music from the ballroom below provided our soundtrack, but we created our own rhythm—something intimate and timeless that had nothing to do with the political pageantry happening inside.

"You're different than I expected," ...