I do not own Divergent. Credit goes to Veronica Roth.
I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Credit goes to Jane Austen.

"Mr. Alan," proclaimed Mrs. Prior walking into the sitting room with the invitation. "You have been invited to the Netherfield ball as well."

Mr. Alan smiled and then continued to converse with Myra about a sermon on all things morale when Beatrice had spoken up.

"So, you will attend?" Mr. Alan looked at her with some consideration. "Would the clergy approve," she rephrased her question. "I would not think it be appropriate for a clergyman to attend a ball."

"I am quite impressed by your fervor for cordiality and sensibleness, cousin Beatrice. However," Mr. Alan stood and attempted to smile. "A ball of this kind, given by a man of good character," he nodded towards Shauna, for he knew that his older cousin and Mr. Pedrad were somewhat connected, according to Mrs. Prior they were soon to be engaged. So he felt it honorable to compliment her.

"With respectable people attending," Mr. Alan continued. "Could have no evil tendencies. I do not object to dancing myself. Lady Evelyn has also commented on my lightness of foot," he smiled to Beatrice who looked teasingly at Shauna.

"Yes, dancing can be a very innocent diversion sometimes," Mr. Alan stated. "Therefore I take the liberty of requesting to dance with all of my fair cousins during the course of the evening."

Lauren and Christina stared at one another in shock. "I suppose it can be done," Shauna answered.

"Excellent," he replied. "I would also like this opportunity of securing your hand for the first two dances, Miss Beatrice."

Before she could even answer, her mother replied. "Of course she'd love that," Mrs. Prior noted.

Since the invitation for Mr. Alan had come, Beatrice did find herself travelling into town with her two younger sisters in search for some ribbon for the ball. As always, Lauren and Christina had designed a moment where they could come across a few of the officer. To their delight, they did stumble upon Edward, William, and of course Eric.

Beatrice had forsaken the ribbon-search and had struck up a conversation with Mr. Wickham regarding the ball and he too expressed a desire to dance with her that evening. Her sisters had finished and were about to depart, when she turned to Mr. Wickham.

"I shall look for you then," Eric told her, taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on it. A gesture that made Beatrice blush.

"Good day, Mr. Wickham," Beatrice curtsied and walked quickly, yet properly towards her sisters, not wanting to show the affect it had on her.

When it came time for that beautiful evening, Beatrice was tending to herself in her mirror. She was not one for appearances. However she felt it her need or more so her want to look pretty tonight, especially tonight.

Quickly, Mrs. Prior came in to see of Beatrice's behavior this evening. She was more than delighted when she noticed her second daughter in the mirror. Beatrice was considered pretty in Abnegation, perhaps not as pretty as her sister, Shauna. But she was very pleasing to the eyes indeed. Something, Mrs. Prior felt on telling her second eldest daughter tonight, especially tonight.

"My Tris, you do look very lovely tonight."

"Thank you Mama," Beatrice replied and gave her a mother a warm hug.

"I must say you do look it," she played with a small curl that Beatrice had made in her hair. "The braiding and care you took," Mrs. Prior paused. "It makes your eyes shine brighter and I shall also add that it makes you definitely noticeable."

They shared another hug.

"Now I hope you pay Mr. Alan every courtesy tonight," Mrs. Prior urged her daughter as Beatrice sighed. "He has been very attentive to you."

With that Mrs. Prior left the room to finish readying herself, hoping that her daughter would heed her counsel. Sweet Shauna would be settled in with Mr. Pedrad and headstrong Beatrice would be mistress of this house one day as Mr. Alan's wife. The thought made Mrs. Prior smile as she too stood in front of her mirror.

Just as her mother had left her sister's room, Lauren quickly made her way to Beatrice's.

"Tris? Oh Tris," she called for her. She held up her gown to her form. "What do you think? Christy says not, but I think it becomes me very well."

"Then why would you ask me," Beatrice replied.

"Because I want the opinion of one who has caught the eye of many a handsome officers," Lauren answered quickly, with a hint of jealously laced in there.

Lauren felt the same as her mother. Beatrice was indeed pretty, but the type of pretty that she did not know of it or flaunt it herself. So while Lauren was made to flirt with the officers to encourage attention, Beatrice was one to easily secure it. Lauren, having associated with many of the officers, knew that it was of her sister they spoke of at times.

Beatrice let out a small sigh. "I approve of the dress."

"Thank you," Lauren beamed. Then regarded her sister once again. "You look very well this evening. Tris, I hope you will not keep Eric all to yourself this night. Christy and I want to dance with him too, you know?"

Another sigh escaped. "I assure you, I will not. Even if I wished to, I could not," Beatrice reminded her and almost groaned in despair. "I have to dance the first two with Mr. Alan."

"Oh yes," Lauren also groaned. "He's threatened to dance with us all!" Like that she left the room to get ready as well.

The Priors, all dressed up in their finest gowns, made their way to Netherfield, home of Mr. Ezekiel Pedrad. Beatrice noted quickly how very grand and spectacular the manor had been made. It had changed since her last visit. Like gracious hosts, Mr. Pedrad stood at the front room welcoming his guests. Alongside him, his two sisters and his one brother in law.

"Ah, sweet Shauna," said Caraline. "So good to see you. Molly and I have been quite bored without you, haven't we Molly?"

"Yes, we have," Molly curtsied. "And Miss Bea, pleasure to see you again. Wouldn't you say my dear," she turned to her husband. Peter simply nodded and bowed, unenthusiastic as ever, although Beatrice knew that he could be rude if he wanted to. Her stay with them was information enough.

She quickly turned away from the false display of modesty shown by the two women who claimed to be her and Shauna's associates and searched out for a certain officer.

"Miss Beatrice?"

Beatrice turned to see Mr. Pedrad with Shauna on his arm. She smiled at him.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"No," Beatrice smiled. "Just admiring the general splendor. You and your sisters have done a breathtaking job, indeed."

"Most splendid. I am glad you enjoy it. If I may," he held up his other arm and escorted Shauna and Beatrice into the dancehall. Perhaps Mr. Wickham was in there.