I looked out the window, telling myself that I was admiring the pink and purple sunset, but my eyes fixed on the carriage where Elizabeth and her sister would return home.
"Oh, how pleasant it is to have one's house to oneself again!" Declared Caroline as she and the rest of the party sat at the dinner table, helping themselves with appetizers.
I could feel Caroline's eyes on my back as she continued, "But I fear Mr. Darcy is mourning the loss of Miss Eliza Bennet's pert opinions and fine eyes," I heard her cackle. I answered solemnly, "Quite the contrary, I assure you."
But no matter how hard I tried to resist, a small smile fought its way onto my lips as I thought of Elizabeth and the heated conversations.
And that thing in my heart, which I had buried so deep, resurfaced and glowed, playing with my pulse.
But then I blinked, and the carriage was gone.
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Pride and Prejudice short stories
Short StoryA collection of short fluffy scenes between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth that documents their rocky beginnings to the sweet unexpected end.
