"Elizabeth Cathrinn Bennet! Get down here this minute!" A furious Will Darcy said as he sat his briefcase and coat on the dining room table of their three bedroom condo.
He had not had a good day and the phone call he had just gotten five minutes ago did not make matters better. "I am NOT taking ballroom dancing classes for this wedding Lizzy, so you can call your mother and tell her that it is not happening!"

Elizabeth Bennet soon to be Darcy, she hoped, flinched at the tone of his voice but was not unearved. She was used to his yelling like this, and probably was the only person in the world that could stand being around him when he was in this kind of mood. She stood at the top of the stairs with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. She knew her mother would call William before she had a chance to tell him, so she was expecting this. "William the class is tomorrow, and it's already scheduled,"
she stated calmy while moving down the stairs slowly. "And stop yelling, Georgiana is trying to study for her SAT's."

"Well tell her to UNschedule it," not quieting his voice at all. "Better yet send Charles, he's always wanted to take one. Not me."

"Will," she replied with authority, "Charles is already married, and besides this is for OUR wedding! He took classes for his when he and Jane got married."

"Charles took those classes," he asked in disbelief, "Charlie Bingley took ballroom dancing classes for his wedding?"

"Yes he took classes and he rather enjoyed them."

"I'm not taking classes Elizabeth," was his retort, "you know I don't like to dance, and it's my wedding too, so I should get a say in this."

"If I remember correctly, Will Darcy, you relienquished all control of the wedding planning to me two days into the planning because you didn't want to put up with my mother."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to bow to you and your mother's every whim for this thing!"

"Oh, but it does." Elizabeth replied with a smirk as she walked to the refridgerator to grab a bottle of water. "I can't wait to see you in one of those cute little shirts that are open in the front," she said as she slowly walked her fingers up his chest. She reached up and gave his tie a little tug then thumped his nose as she turned around and reached for her cell phone. "Besides it's not like anybody you know is going to be there."

"Ya just your mother and sister and her video camera!" Elizabeth's mother had insisted on filming every aspect of planning this wedding from cake tasting to dress fittings, so she could make a video to play during the reception and dance after the wedding.

"Oh it's not so bad," she said calmly, "it's like living in our own reality t.v. show." At his returning glare she waivered a little. "Ok it's horrible, but I really want to have a special first dance, and I've seen you dance William James Darcy, you're no Fred Astaire."

He sat at the table with a sigh, "I know you want it to be special, I want it to be special too. But you're not understanding the consequences if I take this dance class. Richard is one of them."

She laughed thinking about her fiance's comedian of a cousin. He had a love-hate relationship with Will and loved to tease him. They were the female equivalent of the term 'frenemies.'

"Richard is going to find a way to make fun of you regardless, Will," she replied picking up her water bottle and taking a sip. "So now that this conversation is over i've got a dinner meeting with Jane to go over some fabrics for a dress i'm designing for her." Grabbing the keys to her Lexus off the counter.

"Elizabeth, this conversation is not over," he stated as he got up from his seat.

"Tell Georgiana I'll see her tomorrow," she replied ignoring his statement.

"Elizabeth, you're not listening to me," he added with desperation in his voice.

"Make sure you e-mail our engagement pictures to my father," she said grabbing her jacked from the entryway.

"Lizzy, you're not listening to me!"

"His new e-mail address is is taped to the computer screen," she went on. "Oh and don't forget you're supposed to have lunch with him tomorrow."

"Lizzy, I'm not taking those classes!" He knew that if he didn't stop her he would be screwed.

"There is a cobbler on the stove that's cooling down, I don't care what you do for supper."

"Listen-"

"I love you and I'll see you later."

"Lizzy,"

She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"This doesn't mean that I-"

"Gotta run!"

"Lizzy!"

"Bye, see you later, baby!"

The door closed behind her in a blur. She was gone.

"Damnit!"