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Chapter Three

Elizabeth lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling absent-mindedly, all the while thinking why Darcy didn't think her good enough. She couldn't really point out why exactly her mind kept going back and thinking about his behaviour. Perhaps it was the fact that he had spoken about her as if he knew her really well when the truth was that he didn't.

She fell asleep, finally, her last thought being why.

The next morning she woke up with a headache. She hadn't drunk that much last night so it couldn't be a hangover. Perhaps it were her thoughts that did this to her.

Breakfast was quiet and this Saturday was like any other. Charles was to drop by as he and Jane had another one of their date tonight.

"Jane," Lizzy spoke up when she was reading a magazine and Jane was making coffee for the two. "Did you meet Darcy yesterday?" she asked casually.

"Yeah I did, why?" she asked, coming up and sitting at the sofa, the same as Lizzy sat on, and handing her the cup of coffee.

"Well, it's just that the man is beyond pompous you know. Charles introduced me to him and I held my hand out. He didn't even shake my hand or say a word and walked off. Just like that. And before, when he arrived at the premiere, did you see the way he acted towards his fans? I mean, how can any actor have that big a fan-following after the crude behaviour is just outta my mind." Lizzy let her frustration out.

"Lizzy, calm down. That's just how he is. He met me just fine." Jane reasoned and sipped her coffee. "Look, forget it. Why're you letting this upset you is outta my mind."

Lizzy nodded, "You're right. It's him and his life. But why the fuck does he act as if he knows me? Apparently, I'm not good enough to tempt him and to top that, I don't deserve Charles company too!"

Jane laughed at this. "So that's what it is. You're offended and that's why you're starting to say out loud the one hundred and one reasons to hate William Darcy. Forget it! He doesn't know you, let him be the way he is and enjoy the Saturday morn." Jane told her, "Now move your lazy ass and help me pick out my dress."

The door bell rang and Lizzy went off to see who it was.

"Hey." She greeted Charles as she hugged him and invited him in. "Jane'll just be a moment." She informed him and he nodded, as he sat down on the couch. "So anything you could let me in on?" she asked.

Charles furrowed his brows slightly, "Like what?"

"I meant as in where you're taking her."

Charles smiled and shook his head, "Nope." He said shortly.

Lizzy shrugged, "Okay." She said and Jane came out of her room, all dressed up in a mocha coloured, knee-length dress. She wore her hair down with slight waves and looked absolutely stunning.

Charles stood up at the sight of her and stood still for a while. He approached her and kissed her cheek. Lizzy saw the way Charles and Jane were with each other and had always had a feeling that they would end up together, married or something, because their love was evident for each other, though none of them had confessed love yet. And Lizzy couldn't have been happier to see that the guy Jane was dating loved her with as much devotion as she deserved.

Jane hooked her arm in Charles and turned to Lizzy, giving her a one-armed hug. "Don't wait up, okay?" Jane said, pulling back.

"I won't. You have fun." She said to her, winking at Charles who merely rolled his eyes. The two of them went off for their date and Lizzy was then left alone to her activities and thoughts.

She picked a movie, flipping through the channels and watched it, eventually falling asleep on the sofa she sat on.

She woke up the next morning in the same state as she had slept in due to exhaustion. She looked around the room and her eyes fell on the clock, it was a quarter past six, outside, the sun barely shining, a moment of twilight, the night meeting the day. She got up and noticed that everything was untouched, the way it was.

She opened the door to Jane's bedroom and entering inside, she found her bed empty. Panic struck her and the first thing she could think of was calling on her cell phone. She reached for the phone, dialing the number. There was no response, just silence and then a voice telling her that the number was powered off.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed and dialled once again, this time it was Charles's number.

"Hello?" came the sleepy voice.

"Charles? Jane isn't home yet." I stated.

"I know."

I was slightly taken aback, "You know? Is she with you?" I asked.

"Yeah. She's with me."

"Okay, so you could've told me. I was worried sick here. A call would've done."

"Jane did call, but you weren't receiving. Check your cell-phone will you?"

"Oh. I guess I must've been sleeping when you guys called. Sorry."

"It's okay. She's fine. She's with me. Jesus, you're such a paranoid. I'll see you later."

"Alright, Bye." She said and disconnected the call. She put the phone back down and searched the room for her cell-phone, finding it under the cushions on the sofa she was sleeping on. She checked it and there were a total of nineteen missed calls. She sighed and smacked her head lightly at her stupidity.

Shaking her head, she decided to go back to sleep as she didn't have anything particular to do.

"Oh Jane I'm so damn happy for you!" She shrieked as she hugged Jane tightly.

"Yeah. Okay. Lizzy calm down. It's not as if I got engaged to him or something. We just decided finally that it was okay to take our relationship to a physical level." Jane reasoned.

"Oh whatever. But it's the first guy you've been so sure about and all that crap you know. That's why." She reasoned back.

"Yeah. I really do love him. I mean he's the first who's made me feel the way I do you know. It's just that I didn't want to jump into things."

Lizzy flopped down on the couch, "Yeah I understand. Maybe, five years from now, We will see you two married and with a baby in hand." She said and was hit by a cushion from Jane.

"Did you receive any calls from any of the casting directors yet?" She asked.

Lizzy bent forward and picked up a wafer in her mouth before munching on it, "No, Jane. Not yet. I'm just getting tired now. May be I wasn't really meant for this but forced myself."

"Oh don't worry, it takes time but you'll get it. It'll be fine." Jane consoled.

"Hmm ... I hope you're right."

Call it destiny; call it fate, blame it on either one, her life was to change forever. She just wasn't going to be Elizabeth Bennet. Her life was to present her with a gift that she had long hoped for and wished for, a bouquet that not only had flowers in it, but thorns too.