Prologue
Elizabeth Bennet lay on her side re-reading the message for the tenth time. The light from her phone shone on her face in the darkness of the room. It was late and the hotel room was quiet. The only noise came from the occasional car on the road outside.
" Lizzy, please, we've got to be up in 3 hours. You know I'm horrible without sleep,"
" Just without sleep?!" Elizabeth replied and the blonde friend laughed.
" What are you looking at anyway? You've been weird since we left the bar," Lydia quizzed. Lydia was one of Elizabeth's best friends from university.
Elizabeth sighed and put her phone down, " Nothing, I'm just discovering which Sherlock character I am on one of those stupid buzzfeed quizzes,"
Lydia didn't reply. Maybe she believed her. Maybe she'd just fallen asleep.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and thought back to the day when everything changed. The day she had met the Prince.