What If Mr Darcy had met Elizabeth months prior to the Ball at Meryton

As I rode on, I saw the most handsomest woman my eyes have ever beheld. She was but a simple girl and wears very plain of clothes. Before I can stop myself, I immediately compared her to Georgiana. As much I love my sister, I may just love this maiden even more. I must go talk to this fallen angel.

"Hello there" said I.

She looked around to see where the sound had originated from and she saw me. She had looked a little confused but she still piped up with; "Hello, kind sir."

As I rode up she said "Forgive me, but whom are you?"

I realized I had never introduced myself. " Fitzwilliam Darcy, at your service."

She had smiled at my introduction and soon said the same.

"My name is Elizabeth Bennet. At your service."

She had said it so sarcastically that I had been stunned that she was still smiling.

"Might I walk with you?"

She blushed then consented. It was a lovely day outside. Miss Bennet is very handsome compared to the beauty outside. I know not what I did in the eyes of God to deserve this blessing. Even though I had just met this woman, I feel as though I know her and she knows me.

"Mr. Darcy, are you alright?"

"Yes, Miss Bennet. I am quite alright. I was just meandering around in my thoughts as we have been meandering around this path. Did you say something?" I said eager to direct the conversation away from me.

"Oh, I had asked you If you had any sisters."

"I do; Georgiana. I adore her. She is my only family left. She is extreamly acomplished."

She had this beautiful look upon her face as she said; " I have four sisters. They are, in order, Jane, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia. They adore shopping. I frankly detest it. I would rather be reading or walking."

"I have rarely heard of a woman who prefers reading and walking to shopping. But you, Miss Elizabeth, are quite original."

"Do you know Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy?"

"I do. He's the reason I'm here. We have a ball to attend to in Meryton."

"Me too. That's why my sisters are shopping."

As much as I would have loved to stay and talked to her all day. I couldn't just leave now.

"Forgive me, but can we keep this meeting to ourselves and pretend we hadn't met."

She looked outraged.

"Is it because of my inferior birth or my upbringing?!"

"No, no. I only meant that we would be able to meet more often than not if no one knew. And in asking for forgiveness, will you do me the honor of the first dance with me tonight?"

"I will. Goodbye, Mr. Darcy"

"Are you ready, Darcy," Bingley asked.

"Hm. Oh yes, quite."

"Are you going to dance?"

"I am."

Within this Caroline Bingley, the menace of the Bingley family, attached herself to my arm, thinking I was dancing with her. My, word was she wrong. She was so insignificant to the handsome Elizabeth Bennett.