Rated: K (YAY! INNOCENCE!)

Main Characters: Bella Swan and Edward Cullen

Setting: Liverpool, England (Late 1800s)

Word Count:

Type:All-human (Old English)

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This is done with the help of my cousin, Mycel R. Tameta, who is known as Renesmee678 here. Visit her page sometime. She's a better writer than I am, please enjoy her Twilight fics.

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The Speak Now Series

-Track No. 6: Enchanted-

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

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Your eyes whispered 'have we met?'

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks in like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

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This night is sparkling

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck

Blushing all the way home

I'll spent forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

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The lingering question kept me up

Two A.M., who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say

'Hey, it was enchanting to meet you'

All I know is it was enchanting to meet you

...

This night is sparkling

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck

Blushing all the way home

I'll spent forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

...

This night is flawless

Don't you let this go

I'm wonderstruck

Dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

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This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

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Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

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This night is sparkling

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck

Blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

...

This night is flawless

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck

Dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

...

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Enchanted © Lyrics by Taylor Swift

Romeo and Juliet © Play by William Shakespeare

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"Dearie, at leastshow effort to put on a cheerful face" Mummy Renee muttered while pinned my hair on top of my hair. She affixes some corkscrew curls at the sides of my face framing it, as the last touch to my almost an hour hairdo (finally!). The tight brassier almost blocking my air passageway. I want to scream out and say I can't take it anymore but I can't. The so-called high class people must always be in their greatest righteous etiquette. Etiquette is very important to my mother, very strict about posture and character. And next to it is the way I am presented. From head to toe, anything other than perfection for her is instant rejection, meaning we'll have to redo me from head to the tips of my fingers and toes.

I think this is too much preparation for just viewing the play Romeo and Juliet. She says that it was a big hit in London, the reason why we have to sit at the front row of the play. My sister Alice is playing the part of Rosaline in that play. It took forever to rehearse according to her. It wasn't easy either, she says, but her complaints eventually died out when she heard that the tickets are all sold out and people are still hoping for another screening the next day. This is the first time that the play will be performed in Liverpool. I'm proud of my sister playing a role but I think I'm the actress here when Mum is placing on thick powder on my face. I want to complain about all these things.

"Isabella dearie, let's move along. Our carriage is waiting" I was looking at myself in the ornate mirror in front of me when Mum called me. I walked out and trailed to the front of our mansion where the carriage awaits us. The balloon dress makes it hard for me to walk. "Come along, pace yourself, dearie" I did, struggled to move rapidly still trying to maintain my etiquette.

We reached the theatre and met with father and his old friend that he had failed to introduce to Mum and me. The man was blond with blue eyes, he was talkative but he forgot to tell his name. I just stood with Mum and Dad talking to this man. I felt invisible in their company, not that I don't mind. Sometimes, disappearing is better. Soon we were sat and the play began. Only the introduction is 45 minutes itself. I wish it would end soon. I have no intention of watching the scenes where my sister is not involved. I've viewed plays times without counting since my Mummy is very fond of them. I get tired of 'em eventually.

I was dazzled when Romeo came out. His face is perfection, no doubt. His bronze hair was highlighted by stage lights. He is truly, head-turningly, staggeringly and dumbfoundingly gorgeous. I've seen a lot of pretty faces courting me, but I want him to be the next and the last. For a moment, the whole world stopped when he momentarily locked his gaze to me and smiled. It was a ridiculous fleeting moment to be insane but I wish it lasted more than momentarily. I wish I could walk up there and ask his real name but that wouldn't be pleasant for mother and father. It isn't a righteous etiquette that I should be acting. I want approach him just stand beside him and Romeo would reach out to touch my hand and kiss the back of it. I would blush and say some compliment for him. It won't happen. And never will. Father will not allow it surely. I'd only be close to men of higher standing. Father will not let me marry an actor.

Alice no longer in stage at the end of Act 1, I wish she was Juliet to tell me about him. Or me. I could be Juliet. She must've known him since she rehearsed with him for more than months.

My attention was solely looking at Romeo. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night" his voice is incredibly legible and filled with passion. I thought for that moment that he was addressing the words to me instead of the blonde on the balcony. Oh, how I envied her!

They were exchanging endearments for each other as Juliet ganders from above her balcony, looking down at him. I cried at the tragedy that had followed. But more to the fact that Romeo died because of some senseless mistake. I don't want my Romeo to die. I cried a little but wiped it immediately so no one notices.

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Dinner was served by Bernadette and Rosanna, our maids. We chatted a little about my sister's performance. I want to ask her all about Romeo but mother will overhear our conversation and scold me for it. I was cramming to tell her how much I am desperate to see him. It will seem absurd to mother. She will not like it or sure. The worse she can do is lock me up the room for a whole day just for a minor glitch. I don't want that. Maybe when I get my chance with Alice, then I'll ask her about Romeo.

"Alice, sweetheart," my father started to join in the conversation as he took a sip of his red wine from the crystal tall glass. "Our agreement" father went back to slicing his roast beef.

Alice's face suddenly turned from proud to a white motionless expression, which I immediately notice. "What agreement?" I placed the fork and knife on my plate with a clink (unethical, but mother failed to notice). Alice tried to play around with her food as if she didn't hear me at all. "Alice, what agreement?" I repeated myself, maybe her ears fail to hear my mumble.

She takes a sip of her wine and softly whispers "He'd let me perform in Romeo and Juliet if I agree on nuptials in his arrangements" she daubed a napkin on her lips and placed the cloth on the table. "Excuse me, Mum, Dad, Bella," she stood up without finishing her meal. This is out of etiquette, but mother did not react further. She must've known how it felt like marrying a man whom you never saw nor talked to. That your engagement feels like the first time you've met him.

I excused myself from the table as well and followed her to the balcony. "Sister, are thou ill?" I ask. She answered with a shake of her head. "What is the matter then?"

She was looking at the dark distant horizon. "It's the last time I'll ever perform. You know how I love what I do. He just does not comprehend that of what I feel. He says it's a commoner's profession, not for us." her voice was in agony, no doubt. "I daren't repel him"

"Did thou meet him?" I patted her back. Another shake of the head.

"I encountered his cousin though, he portrayed Romeo" she said, suddenly gets brighter. "He's a good lad, but he's getting married likewise. No different fate as mine" her face was dark again.

I breathed heavily. I should have known I can't have a life with him. He was charming and all. I wanted to meet him, just meet him but I wasn't fated to. I was too feeble-minded to ever think that I could end up marrying him. I am fully aware that my father's wine brewery is dangerously approaching bankruptcy that might jeopardize our family legacy that is running for countless isn't impossible that I might end up being involved to an arranged marriage like my sister is. I excused myself for bed and left her at the balcony. The thought of him marrying another Juliet, greatly saddened me. But I have to face reality. That Romeo, whom I do not know of, abducted my heart. And when it comes to the time where I have to say I do in the wedding proper, I'd imagine his perfection in the face of my groom. This utter disappointment made me still for a long night and almost didn't have any sleep at all. Because his flawlessness was left in my thoughts and it was about to explode as it is flooded with the thought that I can't have the chance to be with him. I don't ever want to defy my father's wishes. He didn't have to do this if he hadn't fathered two daughters. He'd tell me that it would be much easier if her have at least a son. Father is strict to us. He never makes us interact with boys our age. He says it's for our own good. I have no better choice than to obey him. We are always entitled and expected to do so.

I'd say I hate it, dare to scream and thrash around but I will end up the same. I might as well tolerate it. Just like every other girl. Mother would brag about liberating being a bad thing but we hear her cry at night. We never bothered to ask her but we investigated. Alice and I found a sepia photograph of man under her pillow. It isn't father as I am sure of.

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As expected, the party is a throng of insincere faces. Laughing and twittering as they uplift themselves with fine jewelries on their bodies. They each walk the red carpet on the aisle and held their heads high. I stand in one corner. Not waiting for anyone as I stare at the madams in big shining dresses with bulky coils on their hair being escorted by their gentlemen in their neat tuxedos as they walk like their the highlight of the party. Every one of themis trying hard to uplift themselves from one another.

"I'd wear my diamond-studded, necklace and rings but you know crooks these days"

"Certainly, that is why I hired five men tonight to look after me and my darling maidens"

"I've been to France and the way they act toward crooks are filthy slugs"

I just excused myself away from them. They are rather much worse than slugs, social climbers and liars.

Alice just met with her fiancé, his name is Jasper Hale, and Alice says that he's the son of another brewery company owner. This is the first time they met and this party is their engagement party. If I were to comment, I'd say this isn't fair. It sucks big-time. I don't think it's fair to be engaged with a person you just met. I refuse to talk to anyone else because of one reason. I can't play insincere with all these people. There's no way I can socialize with idealists.

The orchestra started to play a slow melody, the first dance. Everyone watches in awe as their waltz devoured the center floor. Then my father asking the hand of my mother to join the dance and along with them is my sister's soon to be parents-in-law. Then the other couples joined them not before long. I just stood there, not waiting for anyone but just watching my sister, doing the gesture I'm doing tonight, faking smiles.

Abruptly and unexpectedly, I caught his face. The music, the dancing couples and my breathing stopped all at once. My heartbeat pondering in frenzy. It was the face that I've seen in my dreams every slumber since the first I laid eyes on him. The Romeo I was hoping to grasp, but was currently dancing with another heart throbbed painfully at the sight. Agonized because I wasn't the one that he was dancing with. That I can't even stand before with. He doesn't know me. I can't walk over to him, because it was against my mother's etiquette. All I can do is look at him, the last chance that I might do, until we again part. He catches my gaze, with the words "have we met?" written in his eyes. I instantly turned away in shame. I glanced back, hoping he doesn't notice me.

But he was already walking towards me, the beats of my heart increased its loud throbbing. From across the room, hisperfect silhouette is starting to make its way to me. I forgot to breathe, forgot to do anything. Utterly, stiff and absolutely entranced by his charming incantation. I was star-struck, wonderstruck. Enchanted. Like I am in a fairytale land, I am a princess of a democratic kingdom were I can chose the one I will spend the rest of my life with, and his the knight in the silver shimmering armor that offers to take me away in his white horse. Runaway with him, like Romeo and Juliet will but without the tragic ending, the glitters will fly in the background as we dance happily and freely.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" there was no denying that he is Romeo. His deep voice resonated in my head. My heart still throbbing as he draws nearer. These are the exact words that he said to Juliet "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon . . . The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars . . . As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven . . . That birds would sing and think it were not night."

"A pleasant evening, lovely lass" he reaches for my hand and kisses it. "A divine damsel should not be alone" he smiles ever so gently as he leads me to the center floor. He placed his hand on my waist and the other touching my hand. My body cringed at the sudden change of feeling. "May I know the damsel's name?"

"Isabella Swan" I stuttered out. I hope he doesn't see my blushy red cheeks.

"Ah, Mistress Alice's sister" he smiles a crooked smile,

"And Romeo?" I struggled to ask.

"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself" he cleared his throat. "Edward Cullen"

He dances the waltz like a prince. I, on the other hand, like a peasant. I think I stepped on his foot two to three times. "I sincerely apologize." I say.

"No harm done, lovely" he'd say charmingly. We were dancing for a long time, oblivious to the world. Then he says just as my feet are going to collapse, "You want to see the garden?"

"But of course" I say with a curtsy.

A perfect view of the fountain with a cherub sculpture, I see then I look up and see the bright twinkling stars."From forth the fatal loins of these two foes . . . A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life . . . Whose misadventured piteous overthrows . . . Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. . . . O, I am fortune's fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars."

"Then, I defy you stars" I say, my attempt of a weak imitation. "Are you scheming to defy your stars, Sir Cullen?"

"Pardon?" he looks at me in full wonder.

"Wherefore art thou Romeo, Deny thy father and refuse thy name," I uttered out as is it was a joke. "Your arranged engagement, I mean" I say faintly. "My sister mentioned it to me."

"I am informed ever since I am but a child, that I will marry a maiden not of my preference" there is the same pain in his eyes alike how he acted when Juliet died at the last scene of the play, but the misery is much, much real. "We are of the elite society, it is our duty to expand our family's influences. It is . . . inevitable."

"Do you desire to defy it?" I whispered, hoping no one would hear us. The secrecy of our conversation is vital since it involves defying our parent's wishes, very unethical and repulsing.

"I would I could" he says as low as my whisper. "But I have sworn to my father that I he permits me perform as Romeo, I'd marry the maiden he chooses" he plucks a red rosebud and gives it to me. There are dozens of full bloomed red roses but he chose the unique rose amongst the dozens of others.

"How long have you been performing?" I say as I take the flower and sniffed the alluring aroma.

"I was nine, performed in supporting roles then work my way up. And you? What are you busying yourself with?" he asks.

"Mostly reading, but my mother and I watch plays oftentimes" I say

"Charming," he said the held my hand. He was silent for a long time, just staring at my hand in his, like thinking something really deep. Then he mumbles, "I would if you would, Bella" he kisses my hands again as I was left in wonder.

"What do you—?" I was cut off with a call of my name.

"Isabella!" we looked at her simultaneously. It was mum calling my name from ten meters away. "It's time, dearie" then she went back inside the mansion.

"Forgive my idiocy" he whispers as he closes the small distance between us. "I am a fool of my words" he whispers very softly and placed his hand to cup my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes as he pulls me near then he kissed me, one long and sweet lingering kiss. In the back of my mind I am praying to God that this is not the last time that I'll see him. That this is just the prologue of our love story. Not the tragic ending, not where our enchanting storyline's finale. Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. It was all that my mind echoes.

"Until I see you again. Farewell" and he smiles, my heart skipped a beat while regaining my breaths.

I kissed a young man I barely knew, not even my husband. Unethical. Very unethical. If mum saw that, she'll lock my up in my room, but I regret nothing. The kiss is worth the punishment.

I broke away. "Farewell, indeed" the sheer pain cannot be concealed.

I sat on the carriage where my sister waits for me. Her face was weary, and somehow I can tell she's not happy. "How was your night, Alice?"

"It went well. He's a gentleman, he's worth learning to love" she smiles, and then the unhappiness faded. "And you?"

"Absolutely magical, flawless and sparkling!" I can't hide the excitement in my tone. "I was enchanted . . ." I flashed a big smile.I can't hide my blushing cheeks as I held onto the rosebud the thorns doesn't cut through my skin.

"I would if you would, Bella" his voice lingers in my thoughts. I should be sleeping. What does he mean by that? He was prepared to defy his father if I would do the same thing? That's preposterous. Absolutely immoral, but I would. But maybe he was just playing with me. He will get married soon. He said it himself he has no intention of defying the wishes of his father. He has someone else that he's supposed to love and spend the rest of his life with. Create a family and grow old within each other arms. That fate is not for me and my Romeo, there is another Juliet intended for that life with Edward. Not with me. Not ever. I have to face the odds that I am not for him. I am, too, is intended for another man. He has someone waiting for him in the altar. I wish I told him how enchanted I was to meet him.

I glanced at the clock, only the moon's light shines at the time. Two in the morning. I should been asleep for hours. But I can't since he was clouding up my thoughts. His name. What he said. And how he kissed me. Who do you love, Edward Cullen?

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"Bella?" it was Alice who opened the door without warning. "Are you dancing with your pillow?" she say in a shocked expression. This was a surprise. I didn't know she'll visit today. Usually its Wednesday or Sunday. She just visits us when she can now that she's living with her husband for more than two months.

I was dancing alone in my room, thinking of him. Thinking of that night. This I not the first time that I I composed myself as I talked to her. "Not really," I shake my head to deny it.

"You're out of your wits, steer away from Edward" she says. "I feel that you'll be meeting with your fiancé soon. And you know father, he will stop at nothing."

"Okay" my face rearranged into a sad expression.

"Bella, I've been through it, you can do it too" she trails for the door. "Father wants to meet you for dinner, dress in your evening clothes" she says flatly as she finally disappears into the hallway.

I joined with my parents on the dinner table, I didn't pay much attention in doing my hair. It was just coiled simply at the back of my hair. My dress isn't that grand either. Hearing Alice talk about arranged marriages.

"Isabella, dear, the marriage—" just as I thought, he was planning my fate.

"I don't want it, father" I say immediately, stopping him from saying any further. I stood up from my seat and walked to my room as I wipe the crumbs off my lips with my hands. Mum looks at me in disgust. Unethical. A slap in the face. Locked in the room. No dinner for days. I'd accept all the consequences. I locked my door, hoping some miracle would knock at my door and take me away to paradise where freedom is the first rule. I was gone for a long time, no one knocks on my door. This surprises me, that disrespectful action would earn me the worst punishment, but it didn't come.

I was standing, pacing back and forth. Where is he? He said he would if I would. Now I would willingly runaway with him. I will defy my stars, no matter what. Then I heard a voice calling me. I glanced at the clock, twelve midnight.

"Bella Swan" it was him, my dear Romeo. But how did he know where I live?

I rushed to the balcony as soon as I heard the sound.

"Bella Swan" he called again. I looked down, he was in his Romeo costume. I never felt so special. He bothered to wear that costume for me. My heart is pacing as that night when I first met him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked but making sure he was able to hear me. I cannot describe how happy I am to see him. Treating me like I am his real-life Juliet. I am prepared to defy everything if it means I can spend the rest of my life with him.

"Wanting to know if you've decided to defy your stars, Belle Amie" he smiled his crooked smile.

"I will defy my stars" I whispered. The smile on his lips does not fade away. "We shall not part again after this evening, my love. Wait for me" I say and changed my nightgown to the best dress I could find. I let my brown wavy hair all down to my shoulders. I went to meet him. Everyone is sleeping as I went to the front door to meet with him.

I unlocked it and he was there, standing with another rosebud in his hand. He handed it to me. "I forgot to tell you that I am enchanted to meet you" he draws nearer and kissed me as he did on the night that we parted.

"ISABELLA! ISABELLA!" it was mum's voice. "OPEN THE DOOR!" I opened my eyes. It was a dream. A dream I wish I'd never wake up from. It was took real to be a dream. Maybe this is the reality I have to face. He will never knock on my door. He will never ask me to run away with him. He is supposed to be married to another woman, not me. I have no life with him. He was a star that wasn't meant for me. He will exist now only in my memory. I can never see him again. There is no chance that I can talk to him again. I will just have to go with my star, fated me to do. I stood up and curled up next to the door, trying to hear what they're about to say.

"Bella" there was another voice from the door, softer and calmer. It's my sister Alice. "Please oblige with father's wishes. It will be for the better of our family and for you."

"I will do it for two conditions, no big parties and I will meet with my fiancé tomorrow night with only the families present" I say in my weak voice.

"Agreed" says mum.

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"Dearie, at least show effort to put on a cheerful face" it was the exact words that she said every time she prepares my hairdo. But I can tell that I looked very lifeless as a corpse. "So, what made you change your mind? I can't help to ask" she says putting on the finishing touches.

"Maybe it's just the right thing to do" a weak and stiff voice escaped my throat.

"I'm glad to hear that from you" she says. "Your father did not choose your fiancé, I did." She says as she takes the seat beside me. "Don't speak to your father of this little secret." She takes my hand in hers. "The father of your fiancé and I used to be crazy of each other, it was wonderful until we have to marry somebody else for the sake of our family legacy. I entrust you with this secret" she kissed my forehead. "I love you so much, no matter how it will turn out with your soon-to-be husband, please remain strong. I love you so much."

I sit beside the hearth of the fireplace. Alice is beside me, tightly clasping mg shaking hands.

"They will be here shortly" mum assures us. I wish he meets an accident or something to make him delay his arrival.

Then the butler spoke, "Presenting, Monsieur Carlisle Cullen, Madam Esmeralda Cullen, and Sir Edward Cullen. The Cullen Family"

I shot up on my feet as soon as I heard his name. I am looking at the same Emerald eyes of the young man I met in my sister's engagement party. The same eyes of the young man who played Romeo.

He looks back at me, also stunned. He struggles out "A pleasant evening, lovely lass" he smiled that exact same smile. It's like I rewound to that night, meeting him the first time. "Isabella Swan" he gives me a dozen of red fully bloomed roses.

This can't be a dream. I can feel the heat from the fireplace, I can feel everything that touches my skin. But my mind was only focused with him, only him.

"Sir Edward Cullen" I murmured under my breath. "A very pleasant evening indeed"

"Father, mother, I wish to speak privately with my fiancée" he says. Everyone leaves the room as well as Alice and my parents. I'm still in my shock, frozen state as I look at him, unmindful of the others. "We will join you shortly at the dinner table, thank you" he curtsied as they were leaving the room. The butler closes the door as he leaves.

I ran to him and embraced him as tight as I could. The awful thoughts faded away. It was me and him. Him and me. "I guess, I stand corrected. We don't have to defy the stars, Bella" as we came apart he kisses me.

I, too, stand corrected, I can spend the rest of my life with him. And he's not Romeo, and I am not Juliet. He is Edward and I am Bella, we didn't end in some foolish tragedy. This is just the first chapter of the rest of our story.

"We are star-crossed lovers of our own favor" I say. "Fate played well"

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