ART OF SEDUCTION
But as Mark reached out to take Lily’s hand, a subtle tension filled the air, unnoticed by the spectators but keenly felt by the twins in the front row.
**Mark (as Romeo):**
By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
“Through a name, I cannot express who I truly am:
My name, beloved saint, is loathsome to myself,
Because it stands as an obstacle to you.
If it were written, I would tear apart the word.”
As Mark’s hand touched Lily’s, a flicker of jealousy flashed across Lucian’s face, his grip on the armrest tightening with barely restrained emotion. Dominic’s jaw clenched,