Juliet sighed softly as she came to a stop at a small stone bench. She smoothed out her dress with her free hand and sat, crossing her legs at the ankles like a lady. She gave a soft shake to her long waves and sighed again as she sat on the bench, taking in the scent of the roses and sound of silence. Her home was somewhat cluttered, Juliet had a younger brother and 2 older ones. So having this holiday to herself and some piece and quiet was lovely to her.