Elizabeth Bennet was anxious. Today was the day she was being interviewed for a job as a nanny, which wasn't the profession she had always dreamt of, but when there were bills to pay, you couldn't really follow your dreams. She sighed and adjusted the strap on her leather bag, as she approached the giant double doors.

Really, I shouldn't complain. She told herself sternly. She was lucky to find any job, as a college drop-out with no prospects as far as jobs were concerned. This what you get for thinking you found true love and drop out of college to get married. She thought, with a shake of her head, forcing those thoughts out of her head, and focusing on the interview ahead.

She pressed the doorbell, and a minute had barely passed when the door was thrown open by a frazzled looking woman. Lizzie jumped back out of the woman's way, as she screamed at a girl about twenty.

"Your children are demons! Spawns of Satan! You will not be able to find anyone to work for you, with those horrid children around!" she shouted.

"Oh, Mrs. Humphrey, please don't go!" the girl begged, "It won't happen again, and I assure you they will be soundly punished, just don't leave." She was practically crying now.

"I am, truly sorry Miss Georgiana, and if it had been the first time I would let it go, but it's the fifth time they have done this, and I will not be coming back." And without another word the woman shook her head and marched away.

Lizzie turned to watch her go, and noticed a sign taped to her rather large butt that read: Please place objects here. It had arrow pointing to where her butt curved out, which looked like a stool.

When Lizzie read this she lost it, and couldn't control her laughter, she was gasping for air by the time the girl had noticed she was standing there.

"Can I help you?" a sweet voice asked, and Lizzie turned to see the girl, whose name was Georgiana, was looking at her as if she was a lunatic.

Georgiana was tall and slender, with waist length dark brown hair, and large green eyes, her skin was pale which drew more attention than she probably liked to the freckles scattered across her nose. All in all she was very beautiful, but of course that made sense if you were rich, you were beautiful. Or so Lizzie thought.

"I…am…so…sorry," Lizzie said between laughs, "but did you see the sign?"

Georgiana turned to see the sign on the woman's butt, before she got into the car, and she began to laugh as well.

"I would love to beat my children, but it's just so funny." She told Elizabeth after she finished laughing.

"I couldn't beat them either," Lizzie agreed and then added, "No offense but she didn't seem very pleasant, so maybe its better she's gone."

Georgiana sighed, and shook her head, "I thought the same thing myself, but she was an amazing cook, and I can't boil water much less fix meals. I really needed her around." She said wistfully, and then seemed to remember her first question, "So why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm here to be interviewed for the nanny position." Lizzie replied, having completely forgotten why she was here in the first place.

"Are you sure you still want to apply, after all that?" Georgiana asked, with a grim a smile.

Lizzie thought for a minute. Call it divine providence or an epiphany but knew that Lizzie was needed here, and she had a feeling she would enjoy herself immensely. "Yes, I think I'll get along with your children just fine."

"Oh! They're not my children," Georgiana exclaimed, "no, they belong to my brother I'm just here to interview and pick the nanny and then I'm back off to college."

Lizzie felt like someone had punched her, for a moment she had hoped she found someone like herself who had made a mistake, but no of course not. She shook her head, she needed to stop being silly. A lot of people didn't finish college and had perfectly good lives, but a nagging voice kept telling her that those people weren't exactly successful either.

"Oh okay. So who stays at the house other than the nanny and the kids?" Lizzie asked, wondering if she got this job if she would be stuck here alone with no adult company at all.

"Well there is the gardener and the housekeeper Mrs. Delaney, she will watch the kids on Saturdays, and there is Blaze. He's mine and Will's cousin; he stays in the guest cottage. He's a writer, and needs quiet so if you get the job, keep the kids away."

"Okay."

"So, have you had experience with children before?" Georgiana asked.

"Yes, I've done summer camps, and for a while I did after-school care." Lizzie replied.

"Excellent. Well I've went over your resume and I've called your previous employers, and they all described you as a hard worker, and honestly we haven't had any one else who wanted the job. So you're hired, when can you start?"

"Tomorrow, but won't you need to see if the kids like me?" Lizzie asked confusedly, it all felt sudden.

"They don't like anyone, except for Will, but he's never around, so it doesn't matter." Georgiana said with a shrug that clearly said; what can you do.

"I don't mean to be noisy, but why doesn't come around?" Lizzie asked, horrified that these children never saw their Father.

Georgiana sighed running a hand through her long dark hair. "It's a long story, but the short of it is simply, Will loved their Mother deeply, and she died, leaving him to mirror images of herself, and in his grief he can't bear to see them." She stopped, studying Lizzie closely, as if deciding she was trustworthy, and apparently she found her so because Georgiana continued. "It's been three years, Will rarely comes home and when he does he's not here. No wonder the kids are wild, they lost their Mother and their father is a jerk, but what can anyone do? I've tried talking to Will, but his response is to hang up the phone and ignore me for two weeks or until I apologize. I'll be honest with you, if I were you I would leave and not come back." Georgiana said with sigh.

Lizzie agreed with her about the situation being bad, but she still had a feeling she needed to be her. "I'm not trying to presumptuous, but honestly I believe I need to be here."

Georgiana actually threw her head back, and laughed at this. "Honestly you're the first person to think that. I'm family and I want to get out of here as fast as I can, but everyone has their cup of tea I suppose."

"Oh," Elizabeth started, "I have one more nosey question."

Georgian waved her hand in a continue motion.

"What does your brother do exactly? Job wise I mean."

Georgiana laughed and shook her head. "You're telling me you've never heard of William Darcy? He's the biggest thing to hit America in a while."

Lizzie could have smacked herself, it made sense he was the William Darcy, from that Scottish punk band; Burning Down Never Land. How had she not realized that? "No-no I know he is, I just didn't make the connection…I guess because you don't have an accent. Why is that?"

"I thought you were only going to ask one more nosey question." Georgiana teased, before continuing, "That's because I moved to America when I was three, and Will was seven. He was old enough to keep the Scottish way of saying things with him, where as I became completely Americanized as I grew older."

"Oh okay." Lizzie nodded, still a little awe struck that she would be working for "The William Darcy", even though he sounded like a complete jerk. "I guess if that's all, I'll go, and be back tomorrow."

"Wait," Georgiana said, "two more things, I need your name and I need you to be here at seven tomorrow morning, because my flight is for noon, and I've got to show you your room and introduce you to the kids."

Lizzie laughed. "Okay, and my name is Elizabeth Bennet, but everyone calls me Lizzie."

"Lizzie." Georgiana repeated nodding her head. "I like it, it's not too formal. Well I guess I'll see you bright and early."

Georgiana waited until Lizzie pulled out of the driveway before calling Will. He answered on the third ring.

"I was getting scared you wouldn't answer." Georgiana said, before he could speak.

"If you're calling me to nag me, I will hang up this phone," Was Will's blunt reply.

"I've given that up, and you know it." Georgiana said, "No I called to tell you, I've finally found your children a new nanny, one who hasn't heard the horror stories of why the others quit. So I am suggesting you might try a kinder approach, because the next time you might end up stuck in this drafty house with these children alone."

"I'm rich that will never happen." He said disinterestedly.

Georgiana debated about her next sentence, she knew if he was in the wrong mood, he would end the phone call without hesitation, but if she phrased it the correct way he might actually be tempted to visit this nanny.

"Will, I have a feeling about this one," she started timidly.

"Georgie," he said with a heavy sigh, but didn't get angry, so her hopes rose.

"Just hear me out." Georgiana pleaded

"Fine." He said gruffly.

"She's different I tried to warn her, she even showed up when the cook ran out screaming, but it didn't seem to faze her, if anything it amused her, and then I even tried to warn her about you, and for a moment I thought she would leave, but no she agreed to the job. I'm telling you she could be the one."

He was quiet for so long Georgiana was scared he had hung up, but finally he replied.

"What does she look like?"

Georgiana resisted the temptation to let out a breath of relief, he was interested. "She was small, short, but soft; she looks like a fairy, if anything. Her eyes brown, and her hair is auburn, she appears serious but when you talk her she laughs and smiles a lot."

"She sound obnoxious." He retorted.

Georgiana rolled her eyes at his negative attitude, but she knew better than to lecture him. "I'm describing her badly, I know. Will just give her a chance, anyway you know you will have to return at the full-"

"Stop!" he half shouted, "you never know whose listening." Will said in a more subdued way.

"You're paranoid." Georgiana said bluntly.

He chose to ignore her comment and said instead; "If she makes it until I have to come home I'll give her a chance."

"Excellent." Georgiana replied with a grin, it was the most progress she had made in a long time. "Will I'm going to hold you to this one, if for nothing more than I believe she has a chance to break the curse." She said and then hung up the phone before he could take back his promise, and ruin everything.

Georgiana leaned against the wall with a satisfied smile; this was going to be perfect.

Author's note: More to come. Let me know what you think, feedback is welcome.