Elizabeth Bennet wasn't sure how she felt about trying out for the reality show, "So you want to marry a millionaire."
It hadn't really been her idea to do it, actually she had been dared to do it, so she had made a ridiculous video about really wanting to get on this show and apparently it had worked because they had called her in for an audition.
"Your Elizabeth Bennet, twenty years old-um what's your job exactly?" the woman interviewing her asked confusedly, not seeing it on her list.
"Yeah," Lizzie said sheepishly, "Well I'm an aspiring musician, and right now I work at the local movie theater,"
Lovely," the a stern looking woman said, looking over a pair of small wired rimmed spectacles that sat on her nose. "So Mrs. Bennet, why do you want to be on this show?"
"Well…uh Mr. Darcy looks like the kind of guy I would want to meet," Lizzie said with a nervous grin.
"Hmm, and does this obsession have anything to do with his money?" the woman asked.
"Hey, this is not an obsession." she protested, angrily. "I'm just here to see if I can even get on this show."
"Great," the woman said her stern face breaking into a smile, "You'll be perfect especially with your…uh uniqueness," she said looking at Lizzie's, red hair that was streaked with black and jean cutoffs paired with an worn band tee.
"So, we'll need you here tomorrow, at six in the morning packed and ready to leave. The woman said shaking Lizzie's hand, "By the way my name's Catherine,"
"All righty, Catherine, I'll be here ready to go," Lizzie said with smile, as she left.
Sadly Lizzie did not notice the small camera set up in the corner filming her whole interview.
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"Hey, Jane guess what," Lizzie said calling her sister, as she drove to her small house that sat on the beach.
"What?" Jane asked sweetly.
Jane Bennet was twenty-five years, a successful wedding photographer, and the prettiest Bennet sister, she lived in California with Lizzie, she was small with extremely pale blonde hair and huge blue eyes, you're all American girl.
"I got on the show," Lizzie said in a sing-song voice.
"Really!" Jane squealed, "Wow this is going to be so cool, so when do you leave?"
"Tomorrow morning," Lizzie replied, as she changed lanes, "so, do you think you can handle life without me?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh, I'll manage, but how do think Jack will feel?" Jane asked, secretly wondering about he was going to handle his girlfriend chasing after another guy.
"Uh, Jack won't feel anything, we've been over." Lizzie said with a frown. It had been a mutual agreement, Jack wanted to focus on his surfing and Lizzie on her music, and so their relationship ended with a pleasant good-bye.
"Okay, but if that's true, how come he keeps calling asking to speak with his 'Rocker Babe?'" Jane asked, hating the sound of a pet name coming from her mouth.
"Uh…I hate it when he calls me that." Lizzie muttered under her breath.
"What?" Jane asked, knowing perfectly well what. Lizzie hated pet names as much as Jane did.
"Nothing, but as far as I'm concerned we're over. And I am heading to marry a millionaire." Lizzie said with a decisive nod of her head.
"I thought this was just a dare?" Jane asked, half joking.
"It is, and truth be told I don't want to go, but then I would wonder what would have happened if I didn't." Lizzie said with a sigh.
"Aw, don't worry. Besides, it'll be funny to see you on TV." Jane said.
"Thanks…I think. Okay, Jane, I just pulled into the drive, I'll be in the house in a second." Lizzie said closing the phone.
"Okay." Jane said to the dead line.
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"So, nephew. These are the girls that will be after you." Catherine said with a slight smile, as she lightly tossed the brown portfolio across the desk, which held the information about each girl.
"Great, another batch of gold diggers that are after my money, while all I want is this blasted curse to be broken." William Darcy growled, as he turned away from the fire place, which shed the only light in the dark office.
"Ah, Nephew, you know that you can hide the curse, they'll never see you during the day." Catherine comforted, in a slimy reptilian sort of way.
"And how do you propose we keep them from that?" he asked cynically.
"Dear boy, just trust me, the only time these airheads will see you, is during the evening time, when your curse isn't active." she replied, as she crossed her legs.
"Airheads." he scoffed, that's all that'll ever have me is bubble headed, gold diggers.
Catherine sighed before answering her cynical, Nephew. "You never know, there might just be a diamond in the rough."
"Maybe or maybe not." Will, replied darkly. "Just make sure, they never see me during the day or our cover will be blown." he finished with a wave of his hand, dismissing his Aunt.
"Of course." Catherine replied as she picked up the portfolio.
"Leave it." he commanded, as he turned his high backed chair, to the fire. "Please." Will, added in a softer tone.
She nodded and dropped the portfolio before leaving the dark room, without another word.
Will sighed as he stared into the flames, as if they would give the answer to his predicament, but he knew the only answer was the gold digging bubble heads that were coming to his Pemberly Estate, where they would be set loose, and he had agreed to let them come.
He could only pray there was a decent one among them.
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Lizzie couldn't sleep the night before, so had sat in front of the TV empty eyed, until Jane came out of her room and woke Lizzie from her comatose like state.
"You need to get dressed; you're leaving in an hour." Jane commented as she entered the kitchen, wanting her morning coffee.
"Okay." Lizzie said dazedly, as she climbed off the blue and green couch and into her room.
"So," Jane called into Lizzie's room, "where's this millionaire's estate exactly?" she asked.
"Somewhere in England." was Lizzie's reply.
Jane was silent a moment before yelling, "your going all the way to England?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you." Lizzie replied with a shrug as she walked into the kitchen.
"You're heading off to England, wow." Jane mumbled as she fixed her coffee.
"Yep, now Jane, are going to drive me to the studio, or shall I drive myself?" Lizzie asked she poured a glass of orange juice.
"I'm going to drive you, it's my only day off and I won't miss my sister's departure." Jane said with a sad smile.
"That's good, because we need to leave in thirty minutes." Lizzie said heading into her room to grab her bags.
"Oh, okay." Jane said rushing out of the kitchen and into her room to change out of her pajamas and into a decent outfit.
Okay an Idea I had let me know if it's any good.