April 6, 1580
(Shakespeare,
IV, i)
My
daughter Juliet finally telling me she will marry Paris made me
happiest mother alive. Paris is such a perfect gentleman. He will
sweep her of her feet, and they will live the happiest life. Romeo
was such a waste. How could my daughter even think of going for a
Montague. Those filthy people. The hate we have in our family should
be passed down through blood by now. There should never be an
attraction to such distasteful people. She would be crazy to think we
would ever let her stay with him. That would betray everything this
family has ever known and been against. My beautiful daughter, Juliet
telling me how she loves Paris and will forget all about Romeo has
made me the happiest mother I could be and I am ever so proud of her
choice.
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