Lizzie clung onto Mr. Bennet's hand like it was a lifeline. She clung to his advice. Just them. Just her, and Darcy. Just them. Just words. Just them. She repeated this all the way down the aisle, until she saw him. Looked into his eyes. And she no longer had to repeat it: she knew.
She looked from his toes, to his carefully sculpted hair. Then she realized what he had around his neck.
"You had better have the hat to go with that," she hissed into his ear as he led them to the altar.
"Wouldn't dare go without it."
She stared into his eyes, and heard the priest words. They entered her brain, and left again. She could only focus on one thing. William Darcy.
Finally it was time. Time to say I love you in the biggest way possible. Trying to be courageous she said, "I do." But as loud as she thought it was, it came out as a whisper. So she said it again, louder. Or at least she would have, if her lips weren't otherwise occupied.