Do not own Pride and Prejudice
I just fixed the problem with the names I do not know what happened.
Hey, I just had this thought while on a car and started to write. Reviews are welcome and if you like the story than follow it and come with me on my journey to uncovering my story...ugh that sounded super cheesy.
Anyone know of a good beta? Searching for a beta is new for me, anyone want to help a poor lost soul?
Elizabeth Bennet was a twenty two year old female.
She had three younger sisters and one older sister.
Her youngest sister Lydia was a complete and total buffoon. Lizzie had always thought her annoying, but her loud and raucous mother doted on her.
Her second youngest was Kitty, oh how she loved her sister Kitty and her other sister, Mary was a precious one. She loved Mary and Kitty for they were just like her in their sense of humours and sharp wit.
Her eldest sister Jane was sadly much too vain for her liking. Her mother's praise of her beautiful features had gotten to Jane's head and she now had an air of self-importance about her. It made her less appealing and more of an unwanted acquaintance as she only had her looks, and she had neither wit nor humour. That poor sad girl Elizabeth had always thought.
Her father Thomas simply loved his girls. Although in all honesty he sometimes only wanted the company of his intelligent Elizabeth, wonderful Mary, and sweet Kitty.
His Jane he could stand if not for her conversation always being focused on her looks. His youngest Lydia he could stand only when he was fully rested and ready to be hit with a sharp loud voice that only held gossip that he cared not for and a cackling laugh that made his ears crack.
Fanny Bennet was a loud mouth, propriety damning, gossip spreading, nerve tensing woman that the Bennet daughters had to love merely for the fact that they were her daughters.
Elizabeth's eldest and youngest sisters, Jane and Lydia, had no problem loving Fanny Bennet, but the rest of the family saw the Mrs. Bennet of Longbourne for what she was. The three daughters were constantly embarrassed at the displays their mother made at the assemblies.
On a fine Thursday afternoon, the three close sisters Mary, Kitty, and Lizzie were enjoying the fresh air, and speaking of a book they thought was riveting.
Their father soon joined them and said something which made their day a happier one.
"Girls, do not tell your mother of this, but I am going to visit a new neighbour of ours, Mr. Bingley of Netherfield." He said with a smile desperate to make his beloved daughters happy from this morning's crude insults their mother said to them.
Oh, his wife always going around saying his three beloved daughters will never be as perfect as Jane or as outgoing and fun as Lydia. It really hurt him when she said such things as he loved how his three smartest daughters were brought up.
The daughters then proceeded to tell their papa how they had already met Mr. Bingley when they went into town together for the fall concert.
At this, he rejoiced as he now did not have to go alone and had the company of his beloved daughters to join him on the long walk to Netherfield Park.
"Come along then, we will properly meet this Mr. Bingley." He said breathing a sigh of relief as he did not have to go through the awkward pleasantries of a first meeting alone.
"Father, we were just speaking of the book you gave us last month and we were all discussing why the protagonist was also an antagonist in a way." Lizzie said eager to hear her father's thoughts on the topic. They spoke of the book and voiced their views on their way to pay a visit to the joyful Mr. Bingley.
Upon arriving, they crossed paths with said person. "What a pleasant surprise! The intelligent Bennet sisters here at Netherfield! And this I presume is the beloved father! How good it is, to meet you Sir!" Mr. Bingley said with a smile and a handshake to Mr. Bennet. Once inside the Bennets met Bingley's sister Caroline who Mr. Bennet had thought of as shallow and always in want of attention on his first impression.
He then met Mr. Darcy, who he thought of shy and reserved and his eyes always seemed to wander to his Lizzie who returned his small looks with a warm smile.
The day at Netherfield was filled with friendly conversation and plans for future picnics and walks to show his newly acquired gardens to the sisters.
Over in one corner of the room, Elizabeth Bennet was talking to Mr. Darcy of how she heard of an upcoming ball in Meryton Hall. Mr. Darcy said Mr. Bingley was dragging him with him. "Do you not dance Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth said smiling and trying to make the shy Mr. Darcy at ease.
"Not if I can help it, but in this case...as you will be there, I would love to request the first set." He replied with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Elizabeth not wanting to make those beautiful blue eyes sadden said with a smile. "Then the first set is yours, Mr. Darcy." A brilliant smile crossed his strong features and Elizabeth was overjoyed at having to be the one to have put it there.
Mary was enjoying her time as she talked to Mr. Bingley of the current music and Kitty asked of the book collection he had. Mr. Darcy chimed in at this point to talk to Kitty of his library at Pemberley.
"These Bennets would simply swoon at the sight of Pemberley's library, Mr. Darcy here is quite the bibliophile and he is always tempted to buying new books." Mr. Bingley said to everyone.
Darcy smiled and replied, "Ah, yes, if you three were to visit my library I believe it would be never empty. Oh, Mary I wonder since you have such good taste in music, what instrument should I buy my sister Georgiana? I was thinking of purchasing a piano forte but I cannot decide which brand." Darcy said to Mary getting out a catalogue of pianos and handing it to her.
"Well, you should definitely buy her this one here, I heard its sounds at a music shop on one of my trips to London and it sounded absolutely exquisite." Mary said pointing to the beautiful piano forte on the paper. "What an excellent choice! I had not even thought of purchasing this one but now that I think of it, it looks absolutely divine thank you for your input." He said smiling and overjoyed at finally having come to a decision.
"Mr. Darcy, will we ever meet this sister of yours? Meeting you and your shy manners makes me want to meet your sister. Is she travelling with you as well?" Kitty asked with a sip of her tea.
"Well she is rather shy, but I believe she will feel at ease with such sisters as the Bennets, maybe I will get her to come in the carriage to this fine country." Darcy said already starting to make plans but then stopped as he suddenly realised the militia were in these parts.
"Actually I am afraid she is not able to make the journey here, I just remembered someone whom she had an unfortunate dealing with, is currently residing here and I will do whatever I can to protect her, I am sorry for getting your hopes up." He said apologising for not getting to bring his sister. "It is quite alright I am sure it is for the best." Elizabeth said warmly.
The rest of the evening was spent speaking of plays they've been to or books they've read. Much to everyone's relief, Caroline Bingley went to rest and with her she took her small sighs suggesting she was bored and her subtle put downs towards the sisters.
"I will send for a carriage. It amazes me how you Bennets managed to walk four miles here! It warms my heart, you intelligent women were craving my conversation skills so much so, that you walked four miles just to hear me" Mr. Bingley teased.
"Good sir, it was merely three and who is to say we didn't come for Mr. Darcy's conversation?" Elizabeth teased. "Oh! I am flattered!" Darcy said with a hand to his heart.
"I see the situation now! Darce, my man! You have stolen my charm." Bingley replied in mock hurt.
"Who ever said you had charm?" Mr. Darcy teased as everyone laughed.
The carriage soon came and everyone was forced to depart. Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth to the carriage and he loved the feel of her soft hands in his, he lingered a bit too long and hated when they pulled apart. That night, he could still feel the ghost of her hand in his as he went to sleep thinking fondly of her smiles and her beautiful lively eyes.
