Mary Bennett gazed at the stars above from the window in her room. Sleep eluded her as tomorrow was to be Lizzie's big day. She loved her sister, very much so and hoped Lizzie and Mr. Darcy have their share of happiness for the rest of their lives. While for herself, she had long ago given up about the prospects of her getting married. Nobody wanted a bluestocking. She was a plain looking girl with a quiet nature who preferred books then fashion. Not so long ago, she was even quite a snob but she had come to realize that it was a very unbecoming attitude. She had changed didn't she? One would not hesitate to call her a mouse now. There were times when loneliness just threatened to break her and she always wondered was this the life she is to live till she met her maker? Sighing and angry at her own self pity, Mary tried to shove away the negative thoughts. She rather be herself than being like her sister Lydia, who didn't have a lick of sense, especially when she married that Wickam man. No, Mary Bennett didn't have anything to regret about.
Consoling her self with those pitiful words, Mary almost turned back until she saw a flying star. Oh, she had wish for something fast! What could that be? Yes! Closing her eyes, Mary wished to love and be loved unconditionally. Opening her eyes, Mary was shocked at her own request. Where had that come from? Shaking her head for asking something that was even beyond her, Mary thought wasn't it just like her to miss a good opportunity to ask something that was in the scope of reality? Feeling hopeless, Mary forced herself to sleep.