"Will," Lizzie moaned. "You drag me out of an important workday for something, and you won't even tell me where on God's green earth we're going?"

"Suprise," he said, for the thousandth time. "Have you not heard of them?"

Lizzie huffed, and turned on the radio while looking out the window for clues.

But she hadn't seen this neighborhood yet, and was even more confused when they turned up a drive.

"This," said Darcy. "Is the family home. Where I grew up. And with a little interior decorating the inside can be for our wedding. And, not far from here is this hotel I took dancing lessons at. In their ballroom. Both are booked for our wedding day."

"Will," Lizzie said, unable to say anything else.

"Shall we have a look see?"

The interior was beautiful. A massive living room that could easily hold the people coming. Darcy ran around the space, describing what he had planned in his head. Then he grabbed Lizzie's hand, and dragged her next to the large window. "Here is where we will get married, Lizzie. Right. Here."