There was an inherent sexiness in the way she walked, the way she talked, and just the general mannerisms that she emitted from her body. Darcy could not believe his bad timing. While, yes, it was technically summer, and in the strictly technical sense of the season he could have had the good judgement to bring his swim trunks, nothing could have prepared him for the soon-to-be historical scene of Elizabeth striding around Netherfeild in a blue and purple floral bikini.
Darcy could have fainted. Forget about her smashing eyes, and her wit that was so sharp it could practically cut through glass, let it be known that on August twelfth, 2017, that the waist to hip ratio Lizzie exposed was to be the absolute death of him. She is so sexy, Darcy thought to himself, that I could spend the entire Labor day weekend listening to her talk about her inconceivably embarrassing family. It seemed like she was made of nothing but curves, almost every feature (save for her eyes) had a soft blur around it, and Darcy wanted nothing more in those precious moments than to run his hands across her curved body. In Darcy's eyes, Miss Elizabeth was easily the most attractive woman in any room, but today nearly all people who were attracted to women would have had to come to the only sane conclusion that Darcy himself could, that she was especially beautiful in this moment.
It was a great shame then that the alluring and incredibly intelligent Lizzie could not (and would not, mind you) look past herself and all of the misguided attempts he had made in the past to go out with her. There must have been at least six different desiner dresses hanging in her closet because of his previous advances, and she must have had at the very least three Kate Spade purses stuffed in her house, as he had persoally brought them over to her after several of his particularly lengthy business trips. It was completely unfathomable to him why Elizabeth choose to not give him any more chances, as he seemed to be doing everything correctly. Elizabeth turned around suddenly, and after six months of not seeing her, Darcy finally had the ill-fated pleasure of making eye contact with his one true love.