Lizzie knows she has made a huge mistake of driving when all the weather forecasts had predicted it was going to rain. Well it's raining all right. In fact, it's raining pretty damn hard. It's like a freaking hurricane outside. That ordinarily wouldn't be too bad except for the fact that now, of all times, her old jeep decides to break down. Awesome. Her jeep had been a graduation present from high school and it has never failed her before up until now.

Lizzie pulls over to the side of the road and internally screams. Great, just what she needed. She doesn't know the first thing about cars but she decides, against her better judgment, to get out of her car and inspect the damage. Even without opening anything, she sees smoke coming from the car's hood. She's steadily becoming more and more soaked by the minute without the slightest clue on how to fix presumably her engine.

She's about to go inside the car and call triple A when she sees out of the corner of her eye a car pulling up. Teeth chattering, she walks cautiously a little bit closer to the car because hey, it could be a serial killer or something. The car's window rolls down and she sees a kindly elderly couple sitting in the front seats. Still a bit cautious, Lizzy manages relaxes a little bit. If it came to trouble, she could easily overpower them but she seriously doubts that will be the case since they look so fragile. The man who is sitting in the driver's seat says something but she can't hear it.

"What?" She yells through the rain.

"I said, you look like you could use a ride," the man repeats louder this time.

Lizzie bites her lip. "Where I'm going is still pretty far away and I don't want to impose."

The woman considers this and says, "How about this. We'll take you to the house that we work at and from there you can dry off and use our phone."

"Are you sure? You don't have to really."

The woman rolls her eyes. "I'm sure. Now get into the car before you freeze to death."

Lizzie looks back at her car and after a moment's hesitation, she opens the door and slides in the backseat.

"Thank you so, so much," she says genuinely. "You really didn't have to."

The elderly man chuckles. "No problem. It's always a pleasure to help out people in need."

The woman interjects, "So now that we've saved you, you might as well tell us your name." She winks at Lizzy.

"Oh!" Lizzie flushes a little bit. "Um... I'm Lizzie Bennet. I was on my way to visit my sister Jane in Los Angeles. It was supposed to be a surprise."

The woman nods. "I see. Well my husband here is John and I'm Susan. We're housekeepers for a local rich man whose house we're going to."

"Which rich man is that?" Lizzie asks politely.

"Mr. Darcy. William Darcy. He's the heir of a massive entertainment empire," John replies.

"Darcy?" Lizzie practically yells.

Susan gives Lizzie a strange look. "Do you know him, dear?"

Lizzie regains her composure and slinks down in the seat. "Yeah," she mutters. "I know him."