After unpacking the sisters decided they wanted to visit the hotels restaurant and grab some food. It was then decided that they would invite Charlotte Lucas, the manager of the new hotel, to eat with them and get to know her. Charlotte was delighted and flattered that the heiresses wanted to get to know her.

Charlotte met Lizzy and Jane in the exclusive VIP section of the restaurant where the sisters were laughing as they looked over the menu. "Charlotte" Lizzy cried as she saw the woman approach them.

"Miss Bennet. Thank you for inviting me to dine with you"

Lizzy smiled, "Nonsense. And call me Lizzy" she glanced over at her sister, "This is Jane, of course you probably knew that but formalities and all"

Charlotte smiled, a little apprehensive but Lizzy's laid back and relax manner soon put her at ease. The three of them were soon laughing and have a grand old time, their food had arrive, Lizzy having ordered lasagne was practically moaning over the mouth watering taste of it. "Charlotte I need to meet the chef. His a genius, a god on earth" she moaned dramatically after taking another bite. Charlotte and Jane were just about to fall off their chairs with laughter.

It wasn't until Lizzy heard the comment of one of the other patrons that Lizzy was pulled from her lasagne induced ecstasy. Though his voice was like chocolate, dark and seductive, his words were poison.

"Can you believe this Charles? First they actually allow her to bring her friends in – security is obviously becoming lax – and then they allow her to disturb the peace and comfort of the guests. The woman should be fired, abusing her position like that. Just so her low class friends can have a taste of class"

Lizzy saw red, she was going to kill him. How dare he, to try and blame Charlotte when she was only doing as asked by her superior. The famous Elizabeth Bennet temper exploded.

Lizzy rounded on the man, "How dare you! You arrogant conceited dickhead! Who the hell do you think you are that you can dictate who and when someone eats here? Get out you pompous bastard!"

Lizzy was breathing hard, she had stopped to catch her breath, her anger was very much still alive. The man's face was a mask of outrage. He was just about to say something when Jane stepped between the two. Neither had realised that they had stood and were now facing off.

Jane placed a hand on Lizzy's shoulder, "C'mon Lizzy. You know you can't kick one of father's customers out. You know how mother'll scream and rant for days not to mention that it's not exactly nice to scream at the poor man he can't help that his arrogant." Lizzy smiled at her sisters words. Turning away from the stunned man and the crowd, picking her bag up she walked out of the restaurant Jane and Charlotte following.

Behind them one of the customers muttered that they hadn't paid, all of them were shocked that a low class girl would have the nerve to yell at a Duke.

At the elevators Charlotte and Jane were silently watching Lizzy fume. Jane was keeping quiet because of the look on Lizzy's face, she knew from past experiences that if anyone said the wrong word Lizzy would start screaming at them or go searching of the man she'd jut shouted at. Charlotte's silence however was because of the fact that she was deep in thought. The elevator pinged and the girls piled in, riding in silence to their floor. The made their way to the sister's room were Jane invited Charlotte in for a drink. Charlotte agreed and soon the three had cracked open a bottle of red. In no time they were though that one and on their second, Lizzy wasn't just sticking with wine she was mixing with the little bottles of whatever in the mini-fridge.

After many glasses and quiet a lot of stories being exchanged Charlotte burst into giggles. In between them she tried to explain, "Lizzy… do you know who that… man… was?" Jane and Lizzy shared a puzzled glance. Lizzy shook her head.

"That… was… his grace… Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy… Duke of Somerset…He's a frequent patron… and nephew to the queen" she giggled some more, missing Lizzy and Jane's horrified looks.

"The man practically lives here… he's one of the richest men in England let alone that world… he's the CEO of his families business… an international law firm."

Another fit of giggles. "And you called him a pompous bastard"

Lizzy was shell shocked. Had she really just insulted the nephew of the queen, a duke? Jane wasn't silent for long, she burst into laughter. Laughing both Charlotte and Jane were rolling on the floor; Lizzy had fallen into one of the chairs and was staring blankly at her sister and friend.

"Is he really a Duke?" she whispered.

Charlotte nodded, unable to talk through her laughter.

And with that Lizzy started laughing to. In between giggles she exclaimed, "I called him a pompous bastard"