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In the immortal Pride and Prejudice, Elizabeth Bennet sees Mr. Darcy again at Pemberley and the couple seems to be on their way to a reconciliation. Until a letter arrives telling of a scandalous elopement between Elizabeth’s sister and Mr. Darcy’s arch enemy.
And then everything falls to pieces.
Unless…Mr. Darcy meets Elizabeth before the letters arrive.
They spend a glorious day together and Mr. Darcy’s intentions are clear even to the most obtuse observer. Elizabeth finds his devotion hard to resist, and by the time she hears of her sister’s scandal, she is well and truly in love. And unwilling to let Mr. Darcy go without telling him how she feels.
Excerpt:
“Lizzy, do you want to wear my pearl necklace?”
Mrs. Gardiner had a lovely gold chain with three pearl drops dangling from different points at the end. It was very elegant and the only fine jewelry Mrs. Gardiner had brought with them.
“Do you not wish to wear it?”
“I think it more important that you look impeccable this evening, do you not agree?”
Elizabeth flushed at the knowing look in her eyes and said, “Thank you, Aunt. I believe you are correct.”
Mrs. Gardiner nodded and checked the maid’s work, then dismissed her and latched the necklace around Elizabeth’s neck herself. “You seem to have enjoyed your ride with Mr. Darcy today,” she said.
“Yes, it was enjoyable. He told me all about the area. Did you know the river running through the town originates in a Scottish loch?”
Mrs. Gardiner shot her a look in the mirror. “As a matter of fact, I did. Did you know that Mr. Darcy is terribly in love with you?”
Elizabeth flushed and lowered her eyes. “As a matter of fact, I did.”
“You have been very sly, Lizzy.”
“I did not mean to be, Aunt, honestly. When I last saw him in April, we had a terrible quarrel, and I did not think his affection could withstand such an insult. I was very surprised by his behavior when we arrived.”
“That much was clear. But my dear, if it is truly love, and not some silly infatuation, a quarrel will not destroy it. Amends may need to be made, but it can be done, and the love can be all the stronger for it.”
“You are wise, aunt. I suppose now would be the time to tell you that Mr. Darcy has asked to court me and eventually make his proposals.”
Mrs. Gardiner’s eyes widened comically. “Oh, Lizzy. Truly?”
“Yes, Aunt. Truly.”
Her aunt sank onto the bed, her expression dazed. Finally, after another minute of silence, she stood and said, “You must definitely wear the pearls, and my new gloves as well.”
“That is not necessary, Aunt. My gloves are perfectly serviceable.”
“Elizabeth,” said her aunt sternly. “This is Pemberley. Serviceable will not do.”
Tropes & Themes in this book:
✔️ Second chance at love
✔️ Wealthy meets penniless
✔️ Couple solving problems together
✔️ Unintended consequences
The Elopement Project is a collection of stand-alone novellas that explore what would happen if Lydia’s elopement were handled differently.
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1
Lambton, Derbyshire
August 1812
Elizabeth tied her bonnet ribbons in a jaunty bow to the left of her face. She did not think she was being too vain by recognizing the style to be rather flattering on her. They had plans to walk to the church this morning and call on an old friend of Mrs. Gardiner’s. Elizabeth did not think it likely she would see Mr. Darcy before dinner at Pemberley this evening, but she had not expected to see him when she called on his sister the day before, nor had she expected to see him at the inn the very day of his sister’s arrival, yet she had. So she took extra care with her hair, wore her most flattering walking dress, and tied her bonnet bow thrice before she was satisfied.
They were stepping out of the inn when they saw Mr. Darcy walking towards them. Elizabeth felt a little thrill—she had been right to dress carefully—and she gifted him with a bright smile. He returned it, looking somewhat dazed, and addressed her uncle.
“Are you on your way out?”
Elizabeth stifled a smile. They were clearly on their way out, though she supposed it was possible they were on their way in—from a very early appointment.
“We were just going to walk down to the church. Will you not join us?” said Mr. Gardiner jovially.
“Thank you, I will.”
Darcy fell into step beside Elizabeth, the Gardiners walking ahead of them.
“I am surprised to see you this morning, Mr. Darcy.”
He looked about nervously, and she pretended not to notice it. Or perhaps she truly did not, for she continued to cast nervous glances at her shoes and the shop windows around them.
“I had business in the area.”
She nodded.
They walked another few minutes in silence before Mr. Darcy sighed. “Miss Bennet, I do not like disguise.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I had no business in Lambton other than to see you.”
“Oh?”
“I had hoped to take you for a drive in the country, if you are amenable.”
“A drive?” Why could she not string together a full sentence?
“I have brought my curricle.” He looked over his shoulder. “I’ve left it at the inn.”
Elizabeth noted with some relief that he was as nervous as she was. Oddly, it had the effect of soothing her nerves. “A drive sounds lovely. I will ask my aunt.”
Darcy nodded and they followed her relations into the churchyard. Mrs. Gardiner told them about the church building itself and her memories of it from her childhood. Her father had been the curate there before being offered a living further south, and she had fond memories of the village and this building in particular.
Elizabeth listened with a warm smile, for she was close to her aunt and generally enjoyed hearing about her life before Elizabeth had known her. However, at the moment, her mind was too full of Mr. Darcy to enjoy her aunt’s stories. He stood alarmingly close to her, the sleeve of his jacket brushing against her arm when she made the slightest movement. He was speaking of the glass in the windows—his father had ordered new ones when the older ones were blown out in a storm in the year one, but she could not focus on the words. His voice was warm and lilting, like a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s day, and she could not stop her mind from wondering what it would be like to have him read to her by the firelight as she sewed, or perhaps rocked a young babe.
Stop it, Elizabeth! You are being ridiculous!