CHAPTER FOUR: Aftermath

Due to need: Here's a register of who's who's child, their age and their job

William and Eleanor Darcy's kids:

Alexander – the eldest 21– director/screenwriter

Susana – twin 18 - historian

Amelia – twin 18 – studying politics

Jenny and Chris Bingley's kids:

Natalia – eldest 20 – studying law and a nanny for Tom Jones

Sophie – 19 – director, actor, writer

Meg – 18 – actor

David – 17 – studying linguistics

Anne Debouf (Lady Catherine's daughter)'s son:

Peter – 23 – social worker

Charlie and Jerry Collin's kids:

Mark – 21 twins – studying law

Catherine (Cat) – 21 twins – social worker

Ritchie and Laura Fitzwilliam's kids:

Jack – 26 – actor

Mary – 17 – studying music

Random Characters:

Daniel Mansfield – 20

Katya Pierce – 20

Thomas Jones – 28

James Brooks – 24 – son of Carols's 'mortal enemy'

John Lewis – owns a music store – 20

Jessica Andrews - 17

I'm sorry it's been so long! School and all that jazz. The next update soon come sooner though. :)

Natalia Bingley lounged on her bed blinking against the light streaming in the windows. "Come on Nat," her cousin Amelia said smiling. Nat responded with an incomparable moan and pulled her pillow over her head. "Nat, I need to talk to you. I'll close the curtains if you want, but please look at me."

Natalia brought her head up cautiously squinting against the still apparent light. "Yeah? What about?"

"Daniel."

"Ooh, Danny boy then is it? Right, let me sit up and we shall talk about Danny boy." Natalia knew her job was done when a bright red screen flew across her friends cheeks. "What about Daniel?"

"I like him."

Nat smiled, "That much was obvious last night…it was last night wasn't it?" Amelia nodded laughingly handing over an aspirin. "So?"

"What do I do about it?"

"Do about it? Oh right, well…sometimes people your age do what is called Dating. That is were two individuals meet up at a prearranged place and try almost in vain to maintain eye contact."

Amelia hit her over the head with a pillow laughing. "I Meant should I make the first move? Or wait?"

Nat groaned, "One date-doctor-consultation coming up. But you're the party animal of the family, you've been on 100 dates. Why is this one different?"

Amelia smiled pulling her hair out of her face. "I like this one."

"And not the others?"

"Well…yeah, sure I liked the others, but this one's…different….that's not making much sense, but it's true."

"If that's all then kindly leave me to die here alone. I'll send my bill later."
Amelia laughed and sat on Nat's bed. "What about you? Hows work?"

Nat was up again and looking her cousin in the eye, "what do you want to know about my work?"

"Think about it Nat," Amelia said casually but standing up nonetheless. "You work for a young single guy with two adorable kids that you can't keep your eyes off while he can't keep his off you."

Nat rolled her eyes, but Amelia saw the blush creep along her face. "He's just lost his wife Millie."

"Two years ago sweetie."

Amelia ran out the room laughing before she could be attacked by the pillow coming her way and walked laughing down the corridor possibly the only one in her family without a killer hangover.

He called at 4pm and they met up at a café he knew at 6. Amelia had spent that much time working on what to wear and doing her hair, something she'd never really cared about. But if her substitute grandmother Lady Catherine caught her dating Daniel Mansfield, the bastard son of lord knows who, she's be in trouble. So their dates were usually late at night, but not the places she usually went late at night. Daniel look her to cafes and plays and things she'd always thought were boring, but he had a…a way of explaining this to her that she loved, he didn't seem to mind explaining things to her either.

Mary Fitzwilliam walked down the street clutching her bag to her chest, there wasn't anything special in the bag, it was just that this was…not the best part of town and she wanted to get through it as quickly as possible. And yet, there was a shop that she had to go to first, it was out of choice of course, but she just didn't like the area.

She came up to Lewis Music, her favourite shop where as her friends' might be the one around the corner that has more…known musicians but Lewis Music was perfect for her.

She sang softly to herself as she flicked through the various sheet music and CDs that seemed to be in every corner of this small building. She read Jazz lyrics, the Beatles, anything she could get her hands on. And as if like clockwork the owner John Lewis a young man of about 20ish would come up to her and ask her if he could help at all. Mary would always smiled shyly and say "no thankyou," what she didn't know was that when John went back to sit at his desk he would watch the girl and smile slightly wondering what she was singing under her breath but knowing that the minute he asked she'd be out of the shop like a shot.

Mary came back to the shop a couple of days later still singing under her breath, but this time John didn't come up and ask her if he could help. He wasn't at the desk at all actually. But there was a sound, a beautiful sound coming from the back room. She followed the trail of notes to the room where they restored old pianos to see John's fingers running skilfully across the keyboard like they were born there. John had his eyes closed and every so often he would open them and write something down on the piece of paper in front of him and would then close his eyes again and continue. Mary watched him transfixed for a moment until he sensed her gaze and looked up. He didn't say a word but smiled brightly and continued. She watched him for half an hour once in a while telling him that a note didn't sound right and pointing to the correct key, but that was all she said before realising the time and running off. The song on her lips for days afterwards.

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