Hey guys. I just think Mary Bennet deserves some love too.

It had been three years. Three years since Elizabeth had become Elizabeth Darcey. Three and a half years since Jane had become Jane Bingly. Four years since Lydia had become Lydia Wickam. Two years

since Kitty became Kitty Peterson. Three years and 2 months since Mary Marie Bennett's sixteenth birthday.

Mary Bennett was now nineteen. She was obviously more beautiful than she had been at sixteen. Many men she had known her whole life now courted her, but she refused all. She didn't think it was fair

they cared nothing of sixteen year old Mary, but they would buy nineteen year old Mary a diamond ring without hesitation.

Mary was the youngest of the Bennett girls, but she was also the strongest and the bravest.

Mary had never been like the other of her sisters. She was labled as the odd child. She was not as the marvelous Jane. She was not as intelectual as Elizabeth. She wasn't as silly and giggly as Lydia or Kitty.

She was Mary. She was stubborn and a bookwrorm and a piano lover. She was herself.

Mary was the only of the Bennett girls to still live with her parents. Her mother tired to get her to marry one of the fine gentlemen, but her father did not care. For that reason, she loved her father.

Mary stood in an elegant white dress in the middle of the Darcy ballroom. She had only resently gotten the dress as a gift from Elizabeth as a birthday gift.

Mary was surrounded by strangers who were all much richer than herself. Yet, through the crowd of people, one young man constantly caught her eye. It was a young man dressed in a blue coat with elegant silver

buttons.

"Like him,"Mary jumped as a female voice came from nowhere.

"Honestly, Lizzy, you must worn me that you are near."

Her old sister giggled,"Oh, honestly Mary. Lighten up a bit."

Mary smiled at her sister,"Is this better."

"Much."

"Excuse me,ladies,"came a masculine voice from behind Mary.

"Hello, ,"Mary said, bowing to her brother-in-law.

"Hello. Ms. Mary"-he turned and smiled at Lizzy-"Mrs. Darcy."

Lizzy smiled warmly at her husband,"And how may we help you, Mr. Darcy?"

"I would like you both to come and meet a good friend of mine."

Mary and Lizzy smiled and nodded. They followed Fitzwilliam and Mary found herself infront of the man who constantly caught her eye.

"Mary, Lizzy, I would like to introduce to you both Porter."

The man turned around and Mary was blown away by his handsomeness. He had black waves upon his head, the darkest grey eyes, and lips that seemed as soft as the fresh fallen snow.

He looked Mary up and down once with a bored and unimpressed expression. Then he turned to Fitzwilliam and Lizzy,"Fitzwilliam, I suppose this is your lovely wife and her sister."

Fitzwilliam nodded,"Yes, and I would really like you to get to know Ms. Mary. She is-"

"Honestly, Fitzwilliam. If I was interested in Ms. Mary Bennett before, I would have shown it. I am not a fan of the game of set up,"said Hanry, and he turned and walked to the piano. He sat down nd startyed playing Mry's favorite

piece.

Mary sat down, stunned and hurt. She was hurt for the first time in two years, that was what amazed her the most.

Lizzy sat down, comforting Mary as Fitzwilliam went and fussed at Henry about how 'it was not the way you treated a lady'.

Henry just strugged, but he watched the weeping girl with remorse.