Okay. I just wanted to say that the story takes place in New York. In this story, the events of Hertfordshire have already happened, and Darcy and Bingley have just left. Lizzy is has just moved to New York to escape her eccentric family for a while. She finds a job at a bookshop in New York City.

Well, anyways, that's about it for background info.

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The minute she heard the name Georgiana Darcy, she should have heard warning bells go off in her head. After all, Darcy was definitely an uncommon last name. And even The Dreaded Darcy, whom she hated with all her heart, had mentioned having a sister, a sister named Georgiana, countless times. But somehow, Elizabeth just couldn't see how a sweet, shy, timid, young woman, who was just starting college, could ever be related to such a proud, arrogant, selfish, rude, businessman like Darcy. The man who had dared to call her 'not pretty enough to even be allowed to be seen in public, much less a party.' So what if she had come to the party right after a run. So what if she had been wearing a sweat-soaked t-shirt, and shorts.

He had no right to proclaim that at a public setting, and in front of her, too! But anyways, there was absolutely no connection. None whatsoever. Gigi and Darcy were exact opposites. And so, when Georgiana, or actually Gigi, as she preferred to be called, who had become quite a good friend of Lizzy, asked her friend if she would be willing to come to dinner, Lizzy, gladly accepted.

A month earlier….

I was shelving books in the quaint little bookshop I worked at, when I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

"Oh, no, it's not your fault!" said the young woman I had knocked into. I looked over at her. She was a petite woman, about nineteen, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes.

"No, I insist, it was my fault. I should have looked where I was going." I said.

"Alright, fine. It was your fault." the woman said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Anyways, what are you looking for? Maybe I could help you."

She looked hesitant for a second before answering. "I don't know actually."

"Well then, I can help you find something!" I said, grinning.

"You really don't have to do that," she said, timidly, "I can just ask someone who works here.

I laugh. "But I do work here!"

The woman smiled a little at me. "I guess you can help me then."

"Great," I say, "but first, tell me your name.'

"It's Georgiana. Georgiana Darcy. But I prefer to be called Gigi."

I hold out my hand so she can shake it. "Well I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Bennet. But I prefer to be called Lizzy."

Gigi shakes my hand. "Okay. So can you help me?"

I nod. "Of course. I work here after all." I say, grinning.

Gigi blushes. "Right. Of course. I forgot."

I laugh. "never mind now. Now tell me. What are you looking for?" After seeing her blank look I decide to elaborate. "You can just tell me a general category, or something."

"Well," she says finally, "I want to get my brother a book for his birthday."

"Ah. So a present."

Gigi nods.

"What kind of things does your brother like?"

Gigi looks thoughtful. "Well, he likes books."

"So that's why you were in a bookstore. I thought you were just lost." I say, teasing her.

Gigi looks surprised for a second before laughing. "Well, I don't really know, other than that."

"What!? But isn't he your brother?"

"Well, he is, but I don't know."

"Oh come on! He's got to like other things too!" I decide to go easy on Gigi, and help her a bit, "Tell me what he is like. Maybe that will help."

"Well, Will, my brother, he is tall, and kind, and caring and generous, and he is shy, and he is awful at talking to women." she says, grinning. "Yeah. He is really awful at that."

"Great! I think I know just what book you can get him!" I tell her, and then I hurry off to the romance section. After I find the book I'm looking for, I hurry back.

"Here you go," I tell Gigi, as I give her the book, "What do you think?"

Gigi looks at the title and laughs. "This is great! Will will like this. I think."

I raise my eyebrow, a skill I've perfected over the years, "Who wouldn't want How to Charm a Woman in Ten Easy Steps?"

"Thank you so much!" Gigi says, and then she pays for the book, and walks to the door.

Just before she steps out, I shout. "Come back sometime! And I hope your brother has a great birthday!"

Sure enough, Gigi comes back a few days later. And then she comes the next day. And the next. And soon, we've become really good friends.

Then one day, she asks me if I want to meet her brother. And I say yes. After all, I've heard about this brother so much, I feel like I've known him for years. In fact, I feel like I know more about Gigi's brother than I do about Gigi herself. I know Gigi is almost nineteen, and she is originally from England. She goes to Juilliard. She plays the piano and the electric guitar. Her parents died when she was young, and that she only has one picture of her mother. And, of course, I know that she is really sweet, and kind, and caring, and that she loves to read. On the other hand, I know that her brother is eight years older than her, had guardianship over her after their parents died. I know that he is really handsome (according to Gigi) and that he has curly dark brown hair and blue eyes, and that he is tall. And so many other things.

So we decide that Gigi will drive us to one of their houses (apparently, they have three in total! One in New York City, one in upstate New York, and one in England). The house in upstate New York. And then I'll stay there for the week.

"Okay, we are here," Gigi says, parking the car.

I quickly hop out and start stretching my limbs. "Finally!" Then, I look at the house. Actually, house is not a good name for it. It is more of a mansion. I turn to Gigi. "You didn't tell me we were staying at a mansion!"

Gigi laughs, and opens the trunk of the car. "Oh well. Now you know. But never mind. Let's get your bags and get you settled in."

I grab my bag and Gigi and I walk up to the front door. She knocks on the door. "Will! Hurry up and open." Then, as if by magic, the door opens. And, from behind the shadows, a person steps out. The last person I expected to see here.

"Darcy."

If many people decide that they like this story, I will update more quickly.