"Don't get me started, Darcy." I chortled. "You know you'll lose."
Darcy was my best friend. We had grown up together and now we were both eighteen. We both needed to find spouses before we turned twenty. We had two years, but it was harder than you thought. I wasn't too picky, I wanted someone to keep me happy and to love me unconditionally, but with Darcy you had to be explicitly smart, read constantly, and have knowledge of music and the arts. It was quite hard to catch his eye.
"Look, Katrina. We both know that I am the superior mind here." Darcy stared at me. He didn't seem to be joking.
"Seriously, Darcy?" I shook my head and got up from my chair. We would be traveling to the country soon. To spend the summer. We were to mingle with the peasants and such. Darcy would probably stay at the house all the time; he despised peasants; though I had talked him into the coming to the ball that would be held in our honor.
I walked to my armoire and looked about my clothes. I'd need to pack for the summer. Darcy had disappeared out of my room, most likely to avoid another confrontation. He hated when we fought. He would fight anyone else but me. He had lost so many friends through fighting, I was his last. So I was his life line.
I shoved all the clothes I could fit into my trunk. Closing it. The servants would get it for me before we left. We would be taking a carriage out to the country. It'd be a long ride. I walked to my desk and picked up a quill and some ink. I could always write, it didn't matter about what, but I just loved to write.
When I walked down to the carriage Darcy was sitting inside. My parents were staying back in the town for the summer. So it would just be Darcy and I. That would be a reckless but fun time. I crawled in and sat across from him.
"So, what shall we talk about on our long journey, Darcy?" I questioned him.
"Perchance your interest in these country folk. How can you stand them? So indignant and such." He was disgusted by these people.
"Oh, my dear Darcy. Country folk aren't as indignant as you make them out to be. There is one family you will truly enjoy. The Knightley's." I smiled.
"Katrina, I sincerely hope so." He scoffed as the carriage jerked and we started off on the trip.
I thought about the Knightleys. I had met them years ago when we had traveled there with my parents. I had met their oldest daughter, Hannah. She was a great friend, the most understanding and agreeable of her family. I had hoped Darcy would be interested in her, but I knew how he was. He hated peasants. Big time. I'd change that about him this summer.
The carriage ride took forever but we finally arrived. We finally got out of the carriage and walked towards the house. It was a huge house, but we needed it for the balls we'd be holding all summer. I had invited the Knightleys for dinner this evening, Darcy didn't know yet, but he soon would. He'd laugh about this later on. Hopefully…