Hello!

First of all, I have a BIG warning for all of you out there, who want to read my story. I am german and I learn english only in school. I have wirtten a few things in german and I thought I could see, if my english is good enough for writing=)

So, if anyone out there would like to be the beta of this story and help me, just contact me or write something in your review. Cause hopefully you will review!
Now, here it goes. Hopefully it is not too bad;)

There have to be many chances, to find a really good match in Newcastle, but these chances were naturally only for girls of the upper class. That means girls, that are not like me, the daughter of a common officer.

But I should introduce me first, don´t you think?

My name is Rosie, actually Rose. Rose Wickham. On of five daughters of a woman, who could have been a lady, had she not married a man, whose father was an estate manager.

My mothers family was wealthy. Not really, but compared to my family, they were.

Mother never had to work in the kitchen and they had a coach with horses and several servants. Not that Mommy often tells about this time, but sometimes, she tells, tells of her life in the south of England. When I was little, I always wanted to hear, it was something better than a fairytale for me.

We do not have any servants, no cook or butler, not even one maid. That is the problem, when you live in a family with seven peoble (and that was, after my oldest to sisters get married) and only two hundred pounds in a year. There is not much money to spend, of course not.

One of the few good things in my life is, that I am now the oldest sister at home. That means, that I have always the new dress, because I am taller than any of my sisters.

I am sixteen actually, but i could go with eighteen, on good days with twenty or twenty-one, if I wanted. Not that I wanted, but it was good to know, that I could look mature.

I dare say, that I am mature, you cannot be actually childish, if you are poor. But enough of this horrid self-pity.

Maybe there were no chances in Newcastle, to come out of this mess, but I wasn´t going to stay here.

I was invited. Invited to go to Pemberley, for the summer. Pemberley, doesn´t that sounds absolutely wonderful to you?

It was the home of my Aunt Elizabeth, an aunt, who I had never met in my whole life. But now, she had invited me to come to her and her family and I was going to make the best of it.

And the chances were high, that I would become the best of it. Mommy said, that Aunt Elizabeth had a son, Bennet, who should be at age twenty.

So maybe, this Bennet had friends, that were old and rich enough, that they would marry a girl with only a pretty face and good spirits, to recommend herself.

Because, if I am being honest with myself, that was all, that I was. And the good spirits were only there, if it was not raining!

So, here it was. I hope it was not too horrid for you to read? So hopefully I will get a few reviews, be as honest as you can be. PLEASE!