Just a little oneshot about the days leading up to the wedding. I tried to capture Jane Austen's brilliant prose (the operative word being "tried.") Review and tell me how I did! :D
Many of Fitzwilliam Darcy's amiable qualities had swayed him into my favor. His intelligence, discretion, intuition, loyalty, and kindness were the names of several. One that particularly amazed me was his bravery, or his lack of self-preservation, depending on one's level of optimism. Despite his harsh rejection, my cruelty, his hatred of Mr. Wickham, he had returned. Perhaps without it being the original intent of his visit, he renewed his claim of admiration and love in a moment of mutual peace and understanding. His sentiments were reciprocated then, and we happily accepted each other.
The following days had an abundance of happiness only triumphed by the joyful anticipation of our coming nuptials. Moments stolen where we might have a private, unchaperoned exchange regarding the exciting event were my favorite of the day. Two days before the wedding, Mr. Darcy and I shared a small, chaste kiss hidden among the tall vegetation of his garden. The sunflowers, at their peak in full bloom, concealed us from the frantic calls of my mother with more trivial worries. For the persistence of the day, I felt rather incoherent when he was spoken of, never mind in his presence.
Jane, who had recently acquired the new surname "Bingley," arrived with her husband a fortnight prior to the wedding. The men dwelled in Netherfield whereas Jane returned to her childhood residence at Longbourne. We spent evenings great in multitude simply discussing the wedding plans and imagining the day when our children would play together.