A/N: Heyyo everyone! This is my first attempt on a p&p fanfic. This is supposed to be a multi-chaptered fic, and I've already written some chaps so to read them further please R&R(yeah, a bit of barter here ;) ). I hope you'll like to read Darcy's letters.
CHAPTER 1
Netherfield
26th September 1813
My dearest sister,
I am exceedingly happy to receive your raptures. Yes, Georgiana I am the happiest man on earth. Elizabeth is an angel. Her presence itself invokes such a positive warmth in everyone around her that one cannot help but cheer up. But perhaps you have already sensed that during her visit at Pemberly. I cannot believe she will be stepping in as Mrs. Darcy this time and make my dream come true. I cannot believe it is two weeks away. God has indeed shown me greatest mercy by sending Elizabeth in this earth, to me. I love her so dearly . I am so eager for you to meet her as your new sister not as Miss Bennet. It is my dearest wish to see the two women I love the most, love each other.
I thought about your advice about preparing our mother's rooms as Elizabeth's chambers and I have to say I could not agree more. The furnishings you suggested are of excellent taste though I think it would be wise to let Elizabeth take the final decision. I am sure she would approve your shortlisted items and admire your excellent taste.
I have sent some funds for you to buy yourself some new ribbons and bonnets and whatever else you may desire from Lambton. I know you would prefer your dress from London, so I will arrange for that as soon as you reach London next week. Don't forget to take your scarf when you go to Lambton as the chilly winds have already made their way and I would not want my dear sister blowing her nose between my wedding vows, though I think we can easily cover up for that with your tears.
Miss Bingley sends you love. Mr. Bingley and Miss Jane Bennet thanks you for your best wishes and Miss Bennet is eager to meet you. Elizabeth will be sending you a letter very soon and gives you all the love that she can spare from me.
May God bless you.
With love,
Yours,
Fitzwilliam