A/N: So, thank you to all who reviewed, added the story to their fav/alert lists. A big thank you to Commen Sense for proof reading this. Also, I forgot to mention this in my forst A/N but this story is specially for Commen Sense as she persuaded me to carry on with this idea. So, thank you girl!

Chapter Two

At the day of the premiere, Lizzy was remotely excited. The reason was that she'd be meeting a lot of people of the industry she so badly wanted to break into.

Jane, on the other hand, was happy for Lizzy but not so excited to go.

Both of them had taken off from their work that day and woke up late, so as to be fresh for the night. They started getting ready by four-thirty. Charles was to pick them up by six and it was a half-hour drive from their house.

Elizabeth got done with her shower before Jane and continued on with dressing up. She pinned her bangs and let the rest of her hair down, curling them. She put on an average make-up, and got into her dress.

Jane looked as graceful as ever. She had her hair pulled up her hair into a simple, elegant bun. She wore a light amount of make-up, letting her natural beauty come through.

With their shoes on, the both of them were ready and took the liberty of complimenting each other.

The door-bell rang and Jane went to open the door, leaving Lizzy on the couch. She opened the door and heard Charles suck in his breath. "You look beautiful Jane." She heard him say to her and she smiled. Charles then leaned in to kiss Jane's cheek and Lizzy cleared her throat loudly.

"No smooching in the house, please." Lizzy teased and got up. "My, my, Charles. Looking handsome as ever." She complimented, taking in his suit-clad appearance.

"Thank you, Miss, you look pretty yourself." He replied. "Okay, now enough of these play alongs, we only have half-hour before the premiere of the movie." Charles sobered up and announced.

"Why don't the two of you head downstairs and I'll be right with you. I've got to close the lights and stuff." Both of them nodded and did as they were told while Lizzy did as she had to and so, the life changing night was just starting.

Cameras flashing, thousands of people screaming, security guards on their alerts, celebrities posing, reporters scribbling, interviewing the celebrities, the red carpet laid across the pavement, leading into the theatre.

Charles, Jane and Lizzy were lead towards a corner where all the friends and VIPs invited by the stars were. Lizzy looked around the whole place, taking in the scenario. And then, the crowd, instead of screaming ten different names, started chanting one name only.

"Darcy!" they screamed.

Lizzy turned her head to see that William Darcy was stepping out of his posh, black car. He looked handsome in his tuxedo. No wonder he was voted the hottest male star and is the most eligible single celebrity. Lizzy was mesmerised by his way of attire and his splendour. But what followed next made her change her opinion.

Darcy faked a small, reluctant smile and waved once at the fans, before heading off to the press area, signing only around ten autographs.

There, his interviews were short, and cold and only two were conducted. He barely spoke to anyone on the red carpet or let himself be photographed. He just shook hands with the director and the crew, formally, and came over to meet Charles and that was it.

The impression Darcy had on Lizzy now was that of a very cheap and self-centred, proud and pompous man.

So many people waited for him to arrive, holding out their autograph books expectantly and holding banners, since the last night and he didn't even cast them a glance. Reporters waited to conduct interviews, but he just gave two and went off. What kind of a celebrity was he?

Lizzy wondered why his fans were so many and why they literally worshipped the ground he walked on when his attitude towards them was so ungrateful and conceited. She shook her head in revulsion and continued to make her way inside the theatre.

Lizzy had to admit, the movie was good and Darcy's acting outdid anyone else's. It was no surprise that this movie was a box-office smashing hit and the most anticipated one. But still, the personality impression was what Lizzy valued the most and at the same time, admired his talent.

The after party was to be in a ball room of an Italian restaurant and so, the actors and everyone else invited there filed into their respective cars and drove away.

At the party, Lizzy was introduced to the director of the movie by Charles. They conversed about how she wanted to break into the industry and how many auditions she had given and about her degrees in performing arts.

Next, she met many stars she had only dreamt of meeting. Each and every one of them was humble and modest and to top everything else, attitude-proof and friendly. She was talking to one of the producers of the movie as Charles came up behind her.

"Excuse me," he said to the man and took Elizabeth by hand.

"What is it, Charles?"

"I want you to meet Darcy."

She scanned the room for Jane and found her standing at the bar, talking to a woman. She sighed as they approached Darcy.

"William, I want you to meet Elizabeth, Jane's sister." He introduced them "And Elizabeth, you already know Darcy." He said. Apparently Jane had already met him as she was introduced as her sister.

Elizabeth extended her hand for him to shake, "Pleasure to meet you." She said. Darcy merely nodded stiffly, once and looked at Lizzy's hand for a second before excusing himself with Charlie. Elizabeth balled her hand into a fist and walked off to where Jane was standing, thinking all the way that he just didn't deserve whatever he had at the moment that made him this way.

"Jane, you ready to leave?" Lizzy asked out of the blue.

Jane nodded in reply, "Go find Charles. I'll meet you at the exit." She told and Lizzy set of for the task.

She searched but couldn't find him and then she came to an abrupt stop as she heard a familiar voice talking lowly, "But she's a really nice lady. What's wrong with you? You must meet her properly." came Charles voice and Lizzy drew a little closer.

"I haven't got enough time for that. And anyway, that Lizzy isn't good enough to tempt me. I don't find her my type. She's doesn't deserve a second of my day if you ask me. You should stay away from her too. It's better that way." Darcy retorted and made the exit.

Lizzy stood there, her pride wounded. She replayed his words in her mind once and scoffed. Not good enough eh? This gave her another excuse to hate Darcy as a person.

She shook her head and went up to Charles. "Oh there you are! Jane and I are ready to go home. Are you?" She asked, secretly she prayed for him to say no as she wanted to speak to Jane, alone.

To her dismay, Charles said, "Yeah. Let's be off." And held her hand, making his way to the exit and joining Jane.

Once in the car, she looked out the window silently.

"So, how did it go, Lizzy?" Charles asked, looking at her from the rear-view mirror.

She shrugged, "It was okay."

"You're quiet. I was expecting you to jump up and down in the car and starting your speech about how you found the experience." Charles said.

"It's nothing really."

"Don't mind Darcy. He is like that. But once you get to know him well, he's a nice guy." Charles defended his friend.

"Ha. Nice, my foot."

"No he is. Trust me I know him. Give him another chance when you see him the next time."

"And what makes you think there'll be a next time?" Lizzy asked, returning the gaze in the mirror.

Charles shrugged. "Tomorrow never knows, Lizzy. I dunno. It's just a feeling."