For the past hour, I've been sitting in the parlor (that's what Mom loves to call our living room, that woman's got whipped cream for brains) and attempt to read through the entire book of Ezekiel. Though it's hard for me to think though over Marie hammering on the piano.

It's Sunday, Marie plays the piano non-stop on Sundays. Mom claims that listening to music on Sunday is disrespectful – though it's basically the only day of the week she's religious. So every Sunday Marie plays the full Handel's Messiah - as it is the longest piano piece she can think of. On the rare occasion she will play other religious songs by classical composers.

She's got it all on her iPod now, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, and Handel, and whoever I can't remember - honestly don't care to. So on the other days of the week she plays those either on her iPod or on the piano. I am thankful we relocated that to her bedroom.

I'm sitting here reading quietly and perfect Janine gazes absently out the window. I'm sure Kit and Lydian are out up to no good somewhere, but for now I will not concern myself, until I hear them giggling as Mom bursts into Dad's office. "Ben! Ben! Have you heard about the villa? Someone has bought Netherfield! A man of fortune I heard! A single man! My dear Ben!"

My Dad's overly serious and careless voices asks, "And why should I care if someone bought the villa a mile from our house?"

"Do not test my nerves today Ben!" Mom squeals, "You simply most know why this is so important!"

His chair squeaks as he rotates back and forth in the room next to us. "I do not care to even guess." he replies simply.

"For goodness sake Ben! It's so obvious, we introduce him to our daughters and he will instantly fall in love with one of them." Oh great, when Mom gets like this she begins to drone on and on about nothing, "Of course he will most likely fall for Janine, being the beautiful blonde she is. There is the chance of Eliza is suitable enough, and my dear Lydian though I fear she may be too young." I wish she would shut-up, besides the fact that she called me 'suitable', Marie won't hear her insult her a little later on, but vain Lydian will have most certainly heard Mom's praise.

Dad somehow manages to get a word in, "Martha you don't even know his name."

Mom's voice becomes more strained, more desperate, "Which is why I need you dear Ben. It would be unsuitable for us to walk up and introduce ourselves. But surely you met him at the pub. Or at some other man club."

Janine and look at each other and laugh. Well, Janine laughs, I snort, a quality which my Mom has labored to destroy, and failed.

"Martha, it is unkind of you to assume that Charlie Bingley associates himself with pubs and other such places." Dad stated casually, placing deliberate emphasis on his name.

When it dawns on her she screeches, "Charlie Bingley! Oh this is excellent, is his sister Carolina there with him?" Carolina BingBong? Ok, so that's not her name. But that's what I call that so called excuse for an actress. She's a total Paris Hilton.

I put the Bible down and turned to Janine batting my eyelashes in exaggeration "Are you ready to marry the brother of the ditz?"

She laughs sweetly, "I'm sure that she's not that bad."

Shaking my head I reply, "I think she is, and her sister is, so there's very little hope for the brother."

Then before we can anything else Lydian and Kit come barreling into the room, "Did you hear?" Lydian asked excited, "A millionaire, the brother of Carolina Bingley - oh I'd kill to look like her."

I suggest irritably, "You could probably kill yourself trying."

Lydian shakes her too long bangs out of her face, and sighs dreamily "Oh I can just imagine how hot he is."

Janine raises her eyebrow but says nothing. Marie has apparently stopped playing the piano but I didn't notice until she appeared with a confused expression in the doorway, "Who's hot?" she asks with a high pitched voice that matched the ancient style of dress she was wearing (hey I love my sister but she has terrible fashion sense).

"Charlie Bingley!" Kit exclaimed, echoing Lydian's excited. It's odd that the older sister follows the younger, but that's how it has been since they were young. Lydian was always the leader.

Mom and Dad's voices got louder as they left his office, "Lucky you," Dad says sarcastically, "Charlie is coming to the Gala tomorrow; he and his family are honored guests."

"Oh this is marvelous!" Mom says, spinning around the room as if she were some five year old girl. "He'll fall for Janine immediately!" she announces loudly. It amazes me how Jan has never gotten big headed about this; she's always so modest while Mom spends hours talking about how Janine's beauty will save the family.

Mom only sits for a moment before jumping back up, "A dress! Janine!" Janine head snaps quickly towards Mom's excited and loud voice, "Do you have a dress?"

Janine nods her head, "Mom everything is all ready for tomorrow."

"Well it has the perfect!" Mom replies seriously.