Endless Love Chapter 1: Waiting for Life to Begin, a gnomeo & juliet fanfic

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THE BENEDICT STANDFORD FAMILY

REQUESTS THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY

AT A BALL ON THE EVENING OF SATURDAY

THE THIRD OF MAY 1890

AT NINE O'CLOCK AT THEIR NEW RESIDENCE

No. 456 FIFTH AVENUE

NEW YORK CITY

COSTUMES ARE REQUIRED.

"If, Bluebury is going, I most certainly am not." said an extremely distressed Cleon Redbrick as he sat visiting with his old friend Harold Standford who had came calling to deliver the invitation personally. Harold leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink.

"But it won't be a real party without you!"

"I do not want my night ruined by that awful woman."

Harold sighed and set his glass on the cherry-wood table. "What have you against her anyway?"

"It's not Katherine Bluebury, although she is a royal pain. No, it's the name Bluebury. I was raised knowing that that family is a clan of frauds, thieves, and made up-money!" Redbrick explained heatedly.

"And how old is this story?"

"It doesn't matter." As Redbrick spoke, his eyes never left the expansive garden, filled with red flowers that lay before them. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want their flowers to be blue.

The Redbrick and Bluebury families were long time rivals. Ever since anyone remembered, the two wealthiest families in New York had absolutely despised each other. They hardly spoke in public, and when they did, it was usually insults. It was great fun for the rest of the high society to watch to see which family could outdo themselves more, or better, witness a real public showdown.

Harold surveyed the Redbrick sitting room, which was as fine as the rest of the house. It was a large red-brick mansion, with red roses and tulips everywhere. The inside was very...red. Red rooms, Red decor, Red rubies. The Redbrick family was one of the richest in New York, and most envied in all society. Cleon Redbrick had had a successful banking business that had been passed down for generations. His wife Ophelia, had passed on almost ten years ago, and even he admitted that the Redbrick manor had not been the same since. Cleon had no sons, but he did have a daughter. Or so he thought. Was she still even alive?"

"Cleon, forgive me if I am wrong, but is it correct you have a daughter still?"

"Yes. Yes. Juliet."

"How old is she now?"

"Nearing eighteen. A little younger than Tybalt, my nephew."

Of course Harold knew Tybalt. Everyone knew Tybalt. He was a hefty man who had a knack for being somewhat of a jerk, yet had more cronies every day. He always seemed to enjoy pushing people around, and drinking too much.

"And isn't she engaged yet?"

"Not yet. She is feisty, like her mother. Very undisciplined. It's best she keep to her rooms. She is a delicate child."

"Eighteen is hardly a child, Cleon. Say, bring her tonight along with your nephew. It will be fun! All the best people will be there, all for you to make a selection from. I guarantee that by tomorrow morning, the marriage proposals will be flooding in. Her mother was a charming woman and if she is anything like her, the girl, Juliet, will have a wonderful time, and you will too.

"I suppose...but I would hate for anything to happen to her." Cleon sighed.

"It's a party, not a polo match."

"Alright, fine."

"Wonderful! Saturday then?"

"Saturday then."

Juliet Redbrick was absolutely livid.

"How dare that ignorant bastard do this to me?" She cried as she flopped on the fainting couch in her room.

"I don't know why you are so upset. How many times have you begged out, and now you're getting there! And you are angry! You are hopeless, Juliet." Juliet's best friend, nursemaid, and confidante Nanette replied, as she folded corsets on her lap.

"Right. I'm getting out, so I can be shipped out to some other person who thinks just like my father does. And he called me delicate! How many times have I told him? I'm not delicate!"

Juliet felt like ever since her mother died, her life had been one big long sentence of house-arrest for a crime she didn't commit. Her father had turned from a loving man, to an overprotective tyrant. She'd spent all the time since, collecting a list of dreams in a box, sitting at her window and wishing on anything, that she'd get out of this place, and have a real adventure.

"I know you're not. Maybe you should just try to enjoy this. You'll have a lovely dress and it's going to be so much fun! I get lonely too, when you can't go to anything."

Nanette had been Juliet's mother's personal maid when she had been alive, and since Ophelia had died, Nanette had become Juliet's. But to Juliet, Nanette was her best friend, and the only one who saw her for something more than a china doll of a girl.

Nanette was on the larger side and was extremely chatty, loud, and didn't do secrets very well.

Except when it came to defying Juliet's father like today, when they had been hiding in between the drapes listening to the conversation.

"I'm sorry Nanette. It's going to be fun."

"I'll help you look absolutely stunning before you go!"

Juliet smiled lightly, and excused herself for a moment. She studied herself in the mirror. Brown hair, done up simply on top of her head. Green eyes, the color of Emeralds, red lips, a petite, but curvy figure. An upturned nose. She had been told she was pretty. I want to be the kind of pretty that will find me someone tall, and handsome, like in the novels. Not a stuffy old man like Father. I always knew love was silly in the first place.

Katherine Bluebury was up early like usual. She was enjoying an early sunrise that turned the sky the color of lilacs. Or what was left of it anyway. Slowly, she nearly glided across the stone walkway, her mind abuzz with everything. Even though, the business she and her husband had started from the ground up, all those years ago was now mostly in the care of he son and nephew, she still had much to attend to. Wistfully, she wished her husband could be there to help her with everything from finances to attending parties like the one on Saturday. She wanted him to be here desperately, to see how their small allotment had grown. The Bluebury family had so much wealth. Her parlor was filled with silk flowers and her doorknobs were encrusted with pearls. She'd decorated the whole entire mansion in blue, as that had been her husband's favorite color when he was alive. She planned to wear blue that night, to honor him. Although, she hadn't really wanted to go to this party in the first place, since that horrid man, Cleon Redbrick was going to be there. As much as she enjoyed harassing him, it could get tiring.

"Are you looking foward to the ball this weekend, miss?" asked her maid, who was along on her walk for company.

"Lady" Bluebury exhaled and fanned herself, while batting her eyes dramatically. "I suppose. I absolutely detest having to be in the presence of Redbrick and his hoodlums."

"I'm sorry ma'am."

"Oh, don't be, Bonnie. Redbrick acts like he is so fine, but honestly, he needs to step off his high horse! He is so arrogant. My husband, and my parents always told me that the Redbricks were stuck-up, hoity-toity sorts of people, and I fully agree. Unfortunately, one cannot avoid these sorts of functions."

More, she felt it was her duty to attend these things. For her son Gnomeo, and her nephew Benny, who needed to meet people and be social. It was good for the family name. Speaking of her son, "Gnomeo!"

Gnomeo Caudillo Bluebury cringed whenever he heard his mother's shrill call from on the other side of their expansive garden. He had been out on his way to the bar, to go make Tybalt Redbrick's life absolutely miserable.

"Hold on a sec, Benny, Mother's calling. Actually, go get the carriage ready, so we can leave as soon as I'm finished with her."

Benny nodded and ran the other way, and Gnomeo caught up to his mother.

"Mom!"

"Gnomeo! Oh there you are! I've been meaning to talk to you-"

" I know, I know, what happened the other night with the fountain-"

"Not exactly, my son, now come along!"

Gnomeo felt his heart sink a bit, as he followed his mother through the garden.

"Remember, there is this extremely important party on Saturday and I wanted to remind you that you must be there. No skipping out!"

Gnomeo's heart sank, just a little bit more. He didn't really enjoy having to look all fancy, dance with girls he didn't care about, shake hands with men who were disinteresting.

"Yes mum."

"And you will behave."

"Yes mum."

"NO punching Tybalt Redbrick in the jaw in the foyer."

"Mum, you even said that was entertaining!"

"It was. And it will not happen again!"

"Yes mum."

"That's my darling boy. So much like his father already."

Gnomeo looked at his shoes, trying to be sad.

"Alright now, run along! I have work to do with Sowden!"

Gnomeo bid his mother goodbye, and started slowly towards the carriage. Stupid Sowden. Mother thinks he is so great. Ha! If only she knew how much he's deceiving her. If only I had enough evidence to tell her.

Distraught by the thoughts of a treacherous associate and a less-than-promising ball, Gnomeo pushed it all out of his mind and focused on making sure he completely ruined Tybalts day.

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