Why hello lovely peoples! I would like start by saying that I will be writing this Letter's to Juliet HOA version while I write my other story!

YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THE MOVIE TO UNDERSTAND THIS!

OK, I've stalled enough.

Disclaimer: I don't own HOA or Letter's to Juliet.

Nina's POV

I'm not going to say I don't like being a fact checker at the New Yorker, but it's not what I want to be doing. I want to be one of the writers whose name is put in bold print on the magazine page! By Nina Martin!

I guess would have to show my writing to Jason Winkler, my boss, first. But, for some reason as soon as I'm about to give him something I feel like it needs to be better.

"Nina!" Jason called.

"Yes Jason?" I said as I walked into his office.

"I need to know how long you will be gone." He said.

I was headed to Verona with my fiancé Jerome Clarke. He was opening an Italian bakery and he was going to meet suppliers.

"About two weeks, sir." I said.

"What is this for exactly?" he asked.

"My fiancé is opening an Italian bakery and he needs to meet suppliers in Verona." I told him.

"Okay, cool. Enjoy yourself." He told me.

"Well, I was thinking what if while I was there I could write about it." I mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Never mind." I said leaving.

I walked out of the building and to the bakery that was still under construction.

"Hey babe?" I said looking for Jerome.

"Yeah, back here." He said.

Jerome was British. He came to New York a couple years ago just because. We met about three years ago and about a month ago he asked me to marry him.

Sometimes I feel like we run out of things to talk about. All he wants to talk about is his bakery. I want to talk about other things. We've known each other for three years and I barely know anything about him.

"Hey," I said as I reached the back of the half built bakery.

"Hey, I was just cleaning up. I have gotta go start packing." He told me, "Can you finish up for me?"

"Uh, yeah sure."

So the rest of my night was spent cleaning up.

The next morning I was in Verona. Walking through the streets while Jerome was meeting suppliers. So bottom line, I was alone.

I walked into a small space by Juliet's house. Yeah, Juliet Capulet. I saw a bunch a women writing letters and putting them on the wall. Half of them were crying. I camped out there for a while. Soon there was a women collecting the letters from the wall. She put them in a basket and walked toward another building.

I did what any normal person would do. I followed her.

She walked up to a room with two other women, speaking English. Like, British English. I knocked on the door and the woman who I followed opened it.

"Ciao." She said.

"Oh um hi. I mean ciao, um…" I stuttered.

"Can I help you?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes actually, um… I saw you down by Juliet's house and you took letters off the wall. And I was curious." I told her.

She looked at my notebook, "Are you a journalist?"

"No, I would like to be though." I replied.

"Oh, well I'll show you what we do." She said, "I'm Amber by the way. Amber Millington."

"Nina Martin." I replied.

"These girls come here and they write letters to Juliet and leave them on the wall. We take them and reply to the ones with return addresses. We are the secretaries of Juliet." Amber explained, "This is Patricia Williamson, she deals with husband issues. This Mara Jaffary she's a doctor and she handles illness and losses. I do all the broken hearts."

"Wow, that's amazing." I said truly fascinated.

Amber's mother gave me some dessert to take back since I couldn't stay for dinner. I walked back to my hotel and found Jerome waiting for me.

"Hey Nina." He said.

"Hey." I said, "Guess what, I found the most amazing thing today. There are these women who write letters to broken hearted women who write letters to them. But as Juliet Capulet, and the call themselves the secretaries of Juliet and…"

"What's that?" Jerome asked pointing to the bag of sweets.

"Oh here," I said, "So they write them back and…"

"Wow! Where did you find this, it's delicious." Jerome exclaimed.

So then I told him where I got it and we were there the next day.

"Wow, that fiancé of yours is in love with baking." Amber said as we walked to get the letters off the wall. Jerome was learning some tips from Amber's mom.

"Yeah, he's great." I said.

We started to take letters from the wall. I pulled one from underneath a brick and it fell. Why am I such a klutz? I started to put it back but I saw something. I reached in and pulled it out. A letter written to Juliet from 50 years ago. The name Trudy Rehman was written. (image her like older, like 65) I brought it back and read it to the secretaries.

Juliet,

I ran Juliet. I ran from Ade(in this story lets pretend that Ade is not Fabian's uncle and his last name is Bartolini, lol). He was perfect in every way and I ran. He wanted to run away and get married but I was scared. Scared my parents wouldn't approve. I'm still in Verona, but I leave for Liverpool in the morning. What if I never seen him again? Please Juliet, tell me how to save this love.

Trudy Rehman

"I think she deserves an answer." I said.

Amber looked at the others, they all smiled.

"Do you have a pen?" Amber asked.

The night went by faster than I thought. It was as if time had flown by and soon I was the last one writing.

At around eleven at night I was back at the hotel.

"Hey," I said to Jerome, "How was your day?"

"Great great, but I have to talk to you." He said, "One of my suppliers gave me a ticket to go to a sugar auction in Rome."

"A what?" I asked.

"A sugar auction," he explained, "I can get tons of sugar from so many different countries. But, I won't be gone long. A day or two."

So he left. I spent a lot of time with Amber, Mara, and Patricia.

Today, there was a knock at the door.

"Excuse me," a man about 24, my age, said, "Are you the women who reply to letters sent to Juliet?"

"Yes." Amber said, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Fabian Rutter, which one of you sent this letter to my grandmother Trudy Rehman?"

"I did, I can't believe you got it!" I said practically squealing.

"Okay, okay! Stop jumping, why would you do that?" he yelled.

"Because she deserved and answer, she was in love!" I yelled back.

"Love? Love? Do you hear yourself? What are doing here, are you so lonely you have to write letters to even lonelier people?"

"I'm not lonely I'm engaged." I told him.

"Well, I hope he knows what he's getting himself into." He said storming out.

What a jackass! He just walks out! Oh no! So I followed him.

"I'm sorry I don't quite understand. You came all the way to Italy to tell me what I did wrong?" I yelled.

"No I came because I couldn't let me Gran come by herself." He said.

"Wait Trudy's here?" I ran to where I assumed she would be. By the wall.

Sure enough there she was. Fabian had already caught up to me, turns out he's pretty fast.

"Hello Trudy?" I said.

"Yes dear," she said confused.

"I'm Nina Martin," I explained, "I wrote you the letter from Juliet."

"Oh, wow! Thank you so much! How did you find us?" she asked.

"Well, your handsome, friendly, smart grandson told me where you were. Isn't that right Fabian?" I lied through my teeth, I already hated this guy.

"Well… I umm… yeah." He stuttered.

"We were going to get some dinner, do you know anywhere all three of us can go?" Trudy asked.

"Actually, I know a perfect spot. If you don't mind a few more people." I said.

Trudy smiled and Fabian was mumbling, "stupid American," under his breath.

Yup, what a charming guy. I already know I will never like him.

Okay, I was aiming for this chapter to get right to the point and the rest to go into more details. The next chapter will probably start right in Fabian's POV. I will start right from where I left off and not recap in his POV. Anyway, read and review!