Author's Note:
Hi, guys!
I'm alive (barely!) I started my classes on Monday, and I'm already stressed. I spent the whole day translating what I thought would be an easy article about how the internet connection is coping with the pandemic. It was a headache. But hey, now I know about tunnel encryption in a VPN. But, here I am! Better late than never!
To answer your question, Ana80, I'm from Argentina, and we went into a preventative and compulsory lockdown on March 21st, and it has been extended until April 23rd (for now). And about Richard… yes! I also don't like it when he's written as cruel or jealous. I always imagine him as kind, loyal, and teasing. I think that his warning to Elizabeth in the book (when he tells her that he has to pay some attention to money) proves that he, at least, was interested in her, but I think he would be loyal to Darcy no matter what. So, my Richard will not try to steal her away from him or anything like that! I like him too much!
Btw, thank you so much for your reviews, guys. Writing this fic and receiving your kind comments helps me a lot! So, in this chapter, you have a few random, short, and fluffy moments! I hope you enjoy it!
Stay safe and healthy!
Jen
"'Tis because of your behaviour towards her!" Fitzwilliam argued. "But I agree with you that she is everything that is charming. You are a lucky man, indeed," he smiled, but if someone looked close, they would be able to detect a small degree of pain and regret in his eye, which he was trying to hide from his beloved cousin. He agreed that there was nothing more natural in the world than loving Elizabeth and hoped he would be more successful in forgetting her.
24.
The night they were to go to the theatre arrived, and Elizabeth put on her new pale green silk gown and had her maid create an elegant hairstyle before she walked down the stairs. Fitzwilliam was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs with such an enthralled look on his face that she felt more beautiful than she ever had. She took the hand offered as she reached the last step and looked up to his shining brown eyes.
"You are glorious, Elizabeth," he told her and kissed her hand. Elizabeth blushed and looked down before he tipped her chin to meet her eyes. "Your gown matches your green eyes."
"And my ring," she smiled.
"Indeed," he almost leaned down to kiss her when he heard his father clearing his throat in warning. "We should join them."
Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, we should."
Fitzwilliam had made a show of parading her around town during their walks at Hyde Park or riding in an open carriage. He had introduced her to some of his friends, if they encountered any, but until that moment they had not yet gone to such a public place as the theatre. So when Elizabeth descended the Darcy carriage and walked on the arm of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley, she truly realised the impact of the man she was about to marry. She felt she was being observed and judged by everyone who laid eyes on her. She watched women decorated with an incredible amount of lace, ribbon, and feathers; women in fabrics so elegant and shiny she did not even recognize; and felt terribly underdressed. She had thought her dress was simple and elegant, but now she feared she would make Fitzwilliam looked as if he had brought a poor country girl with him.
Fitzwilliam was oblivious to everything. He was used to being observed and judged by everything he said or did, and he had ceased to care about the ton's opinion a long time ago. The only thing he cared about was that the most beautiful and wonderful woman in England—the likes of which no one in the ton had ever seen—was holding his arm. He wanted to show her off, but when he took a look at her lovely face, he saw her concern immediately.
"What is it, Elizabeth?" he finally managed to ask when they sat down side by side at his family's box.
"Why are they staring at me?" she whispered to him.
"They are staring at you, my love, because you are the most exquisite creature here."
Elizabeth smiled. "Fitzwilliam, be serious."
"I am," he replied, completely serious.
Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head. "I am terribly underdressed."
Fitzwilliam frowned and held her hand. "No, you are dressed exactly as I would expect you to dress, elegant, but unadorned. I do not wish to turn you into one of them, Elizabeth. If I wanted a woman from the ton, I would have married one a long time ago."
"Still, as Mrs. Darcy, I will have to—"
He interrupted her. "You will have to be your own wonderful, beautiful, and impertinent self and nothing more."
Elizabeth smiled, touched. "Impertinent, too?"
"Especially," he smiled back and almost kissed her when he heard, again, his father's throat clearing. He sighed. "I shall have to get rid of my father," he said this more loudly and knew he had been heard when Mr. Darcy chuckled.
"I like the way you dress, Elizabeth. I do not deny that you will need more dresses, for we will assist to many events, but the gowns themselves will be chosen by you."
"I do not wish to disappoint you."
"The only way you can disappoint me is if one day I wake up and you have turned into a Miss Bingley."
"Oh, no!" Elizabeth chuckled. "What a nightmare, Fitzwilliam!"
"Indeed. No, I wish to be married to my simple and witty Lizzy Bennet of Longbourn. Do you think you can be her?"
Elizabeth smiled. "I think I can manage that. Do you think, then, that I could be Mrs. Lizzy Darcy or would it not inspire enough respect?"
Fitzwilliam chuckled. "You cannot help but inspire respect, Elizabeth. No matter what you call yourself. Everyone who meets you seems to fall in love with you."
"Everyone, sir?" she laughed.
"Everyone. You have delighted my whole family and servants. I fear they will switch their loyalties."
Elizabeth's laughter could be heard from where Lady Anne and Mr. Darcy were seated.
"Oh, George, let them be," his wife chuckled when he kept making sure they were not about to kiss again.
"We are at a public place, Anne."
"Yes, and they are young and so in love. Look at them."
"I am looking at them. This is the second time Fitzwilliam almost kisses her."
"Yes, I seem to remember another young Darcy who looked very much like Fitzwilliam does now, not only in his appearance but in the look in his eyes. This young man also liked to steal kisses from his intended."
"Yes, in private."
"Not always," she chuckled. "Or have you conveniently forgotten? What I mean to say is that it is good for people to see them like this. It is obvious that they are in love. The ton has never seen Fitzwilliam laughing, but look at him now," she whispered. "And see the look on Miss Bennet's face."
"They love each other."
"Yes, and everyone who is staring at them right now—"
"So, the entire theatre," Mr. Darcy interrupted.
"...will not be able to ignore that. It will help with the rumours."
"Miss Bennet is clearly not with child."
"Yes, the fact that her dress is so close-fitting will help too."
They watched as Elizabeth took Fitzwilliam's hand and intertwined their fingers, before he raised them and kissed the back of hers without a care in the world.
"Leave them," Lady Anne said before he even thought of saying something.
The rest of their stay in London was uneventful. Jane and Elizabeth got their wedding gowns fitted and agreed that the last fitting would be in Hertfordshire a few days before the wedding. The Bennets, Darcys, Gardiners, and Fitzwilliams spent a few dinners in each other's company and the last two families promised they would travel to Hertfordshire the last days of November.
Now, with only a month left before the wedding, the same party that had left Netherfield returned to it. Mr. Darcy and Lady Anne had considered staying in London for a few weeks, but Lady Anne wished to stay close in case Mrs. Bennet needed help with the ceremony and she did not wish to leave her children behind and so, they all returned.
The very next day after they had arrived, Fitzwilliam went outside to the gardens where his parents were taking a stroll together.
"Mother, Father, I have been looking for you."
"You have found us," Lady Anne smiled.
"May I speak with you?"
"Of course," Mr. Darcy said and led his wife to a bench nearby.
Once his parents were seated, Fitzwilliam turned to face them and said:
"I wished to speak to you about where Elizabeth and I will live after our marriage."
"Whatever do you mean?" Lady Anne asked, startled. "At Pemberley, of course! 'Tis your home."
"Technically, not yet."
"'Tis your home, Fitzwilliam, as much as it is mine," Mr. Darcy said. "And it shall be Elizabeth's as much as it is Anne's."
"Father, Elizabeth might want a home of her own where she can be mistress."
"Did she say so?" Lady Anne asked.
"No, I have not spoken to her yet, for I wanted to know if Pemberley was an option."
"I did not even know there was another option," Lady Anne commented. "I would not like to live apart from you, or my grandchildren."
"I am not saying that we will move to Devonshire, Mother. I could lease, or buy, a smaller estate in Derbyshire with the money I have saved from my own allowance, and it could later go to a second son. We would be near, Mother, but still have privacy and our own home."
Lady Anne sighed. "Is that your decision?"
"I have not spoken to Elizabeth yet. I wanted to ask you first if living at Pemberley was an option and now that I see it is, I will ask her what she would prefer."
"What would you prefer?" Mr. Darcy asked.
Fitzwilliam hesitated before he confessed: "I would like to stay at Pemberley. But Elizabeth has every right to be mistress of her own home."
"Oh, I will step back if she so wishes," Lady Anne declared. "You have been the unofficial master of Pemberley for the last few years, why would I not allow her the same?"
"Thank you, Mother, but it would not be the same. Tell me, Father, were you not excited when you brought Mother home as your wife and mistress?"
"I do understand your point, Son, but why can you not take Darcy House, then?"
"In London? Father, Elizabeth is a country girl. I do not believe she can be happy in London as her permanent home. There are no woods to get lost in; 'tis a terrible place for a wood nymph," he chuckled.
"Do you believe she will want to be mistress of her own home?" Lady Anne asked.
"I am not sure. As a gentleman's daughter, it is what she has been trained to do her whole life," Fitzwilliam said. He took his mother's hand in his own and added: "If it is her wish, I will move, but it does not mean we shall be too far apart, Mother. Or that you will be kept from me or any grandchild you might have."
"I understand you will have a duty to your wife," Lady Anne said.
"Let me speak to her first, and we shall decide how we will manage then."
"Have you redecorated your parlour, Mrs. Bennet?" Lady Anne asked the next day while drinking tea.
"Oh, yes, Your Ladyship. How good of you to notice! I had a few little things done while we were away in London."
"I like it very well," Her Ladyship said. "It looks larger and more illuminated."
"Brighter colours did the trick, Madam," Mrs. Bennet smiled, proudly.
"Do you know what all this talk about redecoration reminds me of, my dear?" Mr. Bennet asked suddenly.
"What, Mr. Bennet?"
"That time, when Lizzy was about seven, I believe—"
"Oh, no, Papa!" Elizabeth complained, for they all knew now that another story was coming.
"And she took a big pair of scissors and decided that she would make herself a brand new dress with our parlour curtains."
Elizabeth blushed as everyone laughed at her expense.
"Oh, do not remind me! My beautiful, most expensive curtains completely ruined!"
"There is also the time when she decided that dancing should be done under the rain and then trailed mud all over the house."
"Papa! It was one embarrassing story at the time!"
"You were gone almost three weeks, my dear, I have to make up for it," Mr. Bennet replied before turning to Fitzwilliam. "What do you think so, Fitzwilliam? Is it enough?"
Fitzwilliam managed to stop laughing and said:
"Not nearly, Mr. Bennet."
"But imagine all your beautiful cleaned tiles and waxed floors at Pemberley! And your curtains, too!"
"I think she is worth the risk, sir."
"Oh, well, I will keep trying."
"Finally," Fitzwilliam sighed as he pulled her to him in the woods and kissed her lips after three weeks.
And what a relief! The last few days had been an absolute torture, but they had been very well chaperoned by both their families. Georgiana barely left Elizabeth's side and his own parents seemed to always be nearby. He barely kept his promise to keep his kisses innocent and closed mouthed, for there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her deeply. But he made up quality for quantity and made sure to kiss her as many times as he could before the need for breath made them stop.
"I shall assume, by that demonstration, that you have missed me," Elizabeth smiled teasingly after she recovered.
"So very much, my love."
"Three weeks, Fitzwilliam. Only three."
He sighed and rested his forehead against her. "They might as well be thirty."
Elizabeth laughed and pulled away. "I have a gift for you."
"For me?" he asked, surprised. "What is the occasion?"
"Nothing, I only wanted to give you something, for you have given me so much."
"'Tis you, Elizabeth, who has given me the world."
"Well, then, I shall give you something more. I did not know what to get you, at first. What do you give a man who has everything?"
"I do have everything," he smiled and cupped her cheek. "Right here."
"Well, then you do not want these?" she asked and pulled a package from her dress.
"What is it?"
"Open it."
He took the package and found seven handkerchiefs inside. Unlike the previous one she had given him, these were clearly made for a gentleman, for the pattern was not flowery, but more manly. The material was finer, but he noticed that the embroidery was far from perfect. In the middle of the pattern, an 'F' was intertwined with a 'D,' done by the same shaky hand.
"I know they are far from perfect," Elizabeth said as he stared at them, each one with a different pattern. "I am not good at embroidery. Actually, I am terrible at it," she laughed nervously and blushed. "But I wanted to make them for you. You can certainly buy finer—"
He interrupted her with a kiss that tried to convey everything he was feeling then.
"Elizabeth, they are perfect, for you have taken the time to make them for me."
"This letter here is even—"
"No, do not insult my gift, please. It is the best present I have received."
"I made one for each day of the week, but if you do not wish to use them—"
"I will."
"Really?" she asked, as if she had not expected that.
"Of course, my love, and very proudly. You cannot think that I would prefer a perfectly embroidered handkerchief made by a stranger to whom I have paid than the one that the woman I love has made with her time and effort only out of love."
"You will use them, then?" she smile up to him, her eyes bright.
"Every day until they are completely destroyed and you have to make me new ones."
Elizabeth chuckled and reached for another handkerchief.
"This one I made for myself, but you might wish to see it."
He took it from her and saw that the material was just as fine, but the pattern embroidered was of lavender flowers around an 'E' and a 'D.'
"Elizabeth Darcy," he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
He leaned closer and kissed her again.
"I love you," he said and sealed it with another kiss. "You mean the world to me, Elizabeth," he said in between kisses. "Elizabeth Darcy."
"We must remember," she managed to say before she was kissed again, "that I am not yet Elizabeth Darcy, my love."
Fitzwilliam sighed and pulled apart.
"In my heart, you have been for so long that I can hardly remember a time when you were not."
"In mine, too," she admitted. "That handkerchief was meant to say 'EB,' but, apparently, my heart did not agree."
"Why are these different to the one you gave me with your hair?"
"Because that one was made by my perfect sister, Jane. She is so good, she embroiders all my handkerchiefs because she knows I hate doing it."
"Then why did you do it?"
Elizabeth smiled. "The gift had to come from me, and I wanted to give you something you could not buy, no matter how badly it is made."
"It is perfect," he kissed her forehead. "And why embroider yours?"
"I was practising."
Fitzwilliam chuckled and held her to him.
"Oh, whatever did I do to deserve you, Elizabeth?" He sighed. "I have been meaning to speak to you about something."
"Yes?"
He pulled apart and tilted her chin to look at her.
"Where would you like to live after we marry?"
She frowned at that. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that we have two options: we could live at Pemberley with my family; or we could lease, or buy, a smaller estate in Derbyshire for us. Maybe an estate the size of Longbourn that could be passed to a second son." He looked at her thoughtful expression and added: "I thought you might like more privacy, and your own home where you could be mistress."
Then, Elizabeth smiled. "I do not care about that."
"Would you not like to be mistress of your own home?"
"Yes, maybe, some day. But I would not wish to take you from Pemberley."
"Do not think about Pemberley, or me. What do you want, Elizabeth? I will do anything that gives you happiness."
"You give me happiness, Fitzwilliam. When I take you as my husband, I shall promise to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony, to obey you, serve you, love, honour, and keep you in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep only unto you, so long as we both shall live. You shall become my home and wherever you live is where I shall live," she said lovingly, and then smiled teasingly at him. "But do not take the 'obey' part too seriously."
Fitzwilliam laughed and kissed her again.
"I never expected you to truly obey me."
"Good," she smiled. "I was afraid for a moment that your parents did not wish for us to live with them."
"To the contrary," he said surprised that she would think so. "My mother was quite devastated at the idea that we might live anywhere but at Pemberley. But I thought... well, Jane will be mistress of Netherfield and they shall have all the privacy of a big home all to themselves. I do not wish to give you anything less."
"Both Jane and I would also be perfectly happy in cottage if needed." At his horrified look, she laughed. "But we shall have enough privacy. I believe Pemberley is big enough so that your parents, your sister, you and I might live together and not see each other for weeks if we desired it."
"Truly, then? You do not mind?"
"No, I do not."
"If you change your mind, we shall find some other place to live."
"I thank you, Fitzwilliam, but I think I shall be fine."
"Then we may ride to Darcy House after our wedding breakfast, for I do not wish to spend our... wedding night," he said embarrassed, "at an inn."
Elizabeth nodded, blushing.
"We can spend a sennight at Darcy House if you wish," Fitzwilliam continued. "My parents and Georgiana can go to Pemberley directly so we shall have some privacy."
"Very well," she agreed. "We can then go to Pemberley, so we have some time to adapt before receiving my family for Christmas."
"Agreed, then," he smiled and sealed their agreement with a kiss.
"That was a good match, Bennet," Mr. Darcy sighed as he reclined on his chair after losing a game of chess with the other man.
The friendship between the two gentlemen had grown stronger as they shared many common interests and skills, and after Mr. Darcy found out that his brother-in-law had been friends with the man, they had found even more to speak about.
"You put up quite a fight," Elizabeth's father smiled. "Now, do you believe that your son will join us soon, or is he stealing away my daughter?"
Mr. Darcy chuckled. "I assume he is hiding in the gardens with her. I hope you know that you need not fear. He might hold her hand and maybe steal a kiss, but he is a gentleman."
Mr. Bennet smiled and shook his head.
"No, I trust him. And I trust my Lizzy, too." He laughed, "She would never risk her, nor her sisters', reputation. But if someone is up to mischief, 'tis more likely to be Lizzy than your son. I would bet half of Longbourn that if someone is trying to take liberties, it is Lizzy."
Mr. Darcy laughed at the idea. "She would not!"
"Oh, she would. She is a force of nature, my Lizzy."
"Still, even if something were to happen, Fitzwilliam would marry her tomorrow if you give him the choice. He is madly in love with her."
"I am happy to hear it, though it is hard not to see it myself. If someone deserves her, it is him, and I hope you know that is the highest praise I can offer," he laughed. "I would not give Lizzy to anyone less worthy."
"So, your supposed 'attempts' to drive Fitzwilliam away..."
"I must have some fun!" Mr. Bennet smiled. "I do not believe that a few silly stories of her childhood will drive him away, and they do... well, he would not love her. But I am not joking when I say we might have a little granddaughter, or grandson, just like her. How was Fitzwilliam as a boy?"
"He had some mischief about him, as most children do, but he was for the most part a well-behaved child. Maybe it was because he was shy and an only child for more than a decade."
"Maybe he would had been more mischievous if he had had brothers and sisters when he was very young. I have observed that siblings encourage each other."
"Perhaps you are right."
"Here, Darcy, let us start another game."
While they were putting all the chess pieces back to place, they heard a knock on the door.
"Enter," Mr. Bennet said. "Oh, Fitzwilliam! We were just speaking about you."
"Should I be worried?" Fitzwilliam joked as he entered the library.
"Your father was telling me you were not a handful to raise as my Lizzy."
"Will this be followed by another anecdote?" his future son-in-law teased.
"Would you like one? Let me think..." he leaned back on his chair. "Oh, there was the time when she almost sends me to an early grave, of course."
"What did she do?" Mr. Darcy asked, worried.
"She ran away no less."
"Where?" Fitzwilliam asked.
"She was around seven and she decided she wished to join the gypsies, so she left Longbourn with a bag of clothes, walked all the way to the road and climbed the highest tree she could find. She wanted to see the gypsies coming, of course. I spent three hours looking for her in the worst sort of despair I have ever known! Imagine it! Your little girl has been gone for hours and no one has seen her! I finally found her, on the top of the tree, and spent another half hour convincing her she would not be punished if only she climbed down and returned home."
"Why did you not climb it yourself?" Mr. Darcy asked.
"I was not sure the tree would hold my weight and feared she would fall if I tried. When she had climbed down, I asked her why she had ran away from home and she replied that she did not wish to marry John Lucas."
"What?" Fitzwilliam asked, amused.
"Oh, yes. I suppose that was the first offer of marriage she received at the tender age of seven. I laughed all the way home and promised her she would not be forced to marry anyone and that it would be a long time before she would marry at all. She was satisfied and promised not to run away ever again, and she did not. And to think that I believed it would be a long time, and here we are!" he chuckled. "I thought she did not remember it, but when Mr. Collins proposed, she reminded me that I had promised when she was a little girl that I would not force her to marry anyone. That girl remembers everything, I warn you."
"I shall take care of what I promise, then," Fitzwilliam smiled.
"Speaking of her," Mr. Bennet said. "We thought you had stolen her away."
"I had, and then Mrs. Bennet stole her away from me. They started speaking about lace and I was overwhelmed and sought refuge."
"You did well," Mr. Bennet said.
No sooner had he said it, that another knock was heard and upon telling them to enter, Lady Anne and Georgiana appeared at the door.
"Are you running away from lace, too?" Mr. Bennet chuckled.
"Ribbons, now," Lady Anne smiled. "Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth advised us to look for you. I think Mrs. Bennet is overexcited with wedding preparations."
"Well, you are welcome to join us if you wish," Mr. Bennet said and then stood up when an idea occurred to him. "Has Lizzy shown you the gallery?"
"No, she has not," Fitzwilliam replied.
"I think you should see it. Would you like me to take you there?"
"Of course," Lady Anne smiled.
They walked through many portraits as Mr. Bennet gave them a brief summary of his ancestors. Fitzwilliam realised he spoke of them in the same way his father did at Pemberley, and he was saddened—as Elizabeth must have been many times—that all this would be lost to Mr. Collins.
"It must be very hard for you, Bennet," Mr. Darcy said.
"Oh, it used to be. I do not regret having only daughters, for I would not change any of them for a son—even those daughters that have given me much trouble. But I will always regret that they cannot inherit. I would be perfectly happy if Jane, as the eldest, were to inherit and pass the estate to one of her sons. It would not be a Bennet, I know, but he would be my grandson. It would be a continuation of my blood, if not my name. Longbourn has been owned by a Bennet for the last six generations, almost 150 years. But I did not bring you here to give you a lesson of history. I wished to show you this."
He stopped then in front of a big painting of Elizabeth. Yes, it had to be Elizabeth! But her gown was so very old fashioned that they were left wondering about it.
"Is..." Fitzwilliam started. "Is it Elizabeth?"
"Not Lizzy, no. This is Mrs. Elizabeth Bennet, or Miss Elizabeth Pratt before she married my father."
"She was your mother?" Lady Anne asked.
"Yes, she was."
"She is identical to Lizzy!" Georgiana commented.
"Yes," Mr. Bennet chuckled. "They could have been sisters, do you not think? Except for her gown, it could be a painting of Lizzy."
"I have never seen a granddaughter who resembled her grandmother so much," Mr. Darcy said.
"Neither had I. You know, I never intended to name Elizabeth so. She was to be named Mary, as our next daughter was. My mother was not very fond of naming children after a close family member. She thought it was too confusing."
"Then why did you name her so?" Fitzwilliam asked. He was strangely relieved, for he could not imagine Elizabeth named any other way that as she had been. He believed that it was somehow the perfect name for her.
"My mother died on September 13th, 1791, a month before Lizzy was born. It was a horrible time for me. She was an incredible woman: bold, outspoken, witty, confident," he chuckled. "Lizzy is like her in more ways than her looks," he sighed. "I tell you this, because you shall be her family soon. I was devastated by my mother's death, but life does move on and I had a wife, a child, and another one coming to take care of. A month after she died, I was given a great gift. Lizzy was born. Earlier than she should have, on the very day—the 13th—my mother had died the month before. I remember the first time I held her. She opened her eyes and they were green. I am sure you have noticed that neither my wife nor I have green eyes, but here this baby girl was looking at me with big green eyes I had seen only a month before. They were my mother's." Mr. Bennet seemed now oblivious of everyone around him as he stared at the picture of his mother. "I felt as if Lizzy had a piece of her, or as if she had been sent by her, to bring me comfort. So I named her Elizabeth, not knowing she would grow up to look exactly like her, and to be, in her character, much like my mother. As Lizzy grew up, I became more amazed by the resemblance. My mother was five and twenty in this painting, only four years older than Lizzy is now."
"Was you mother also nicknamed Lizzy?" Lady Anne asked.
"No, our friends and family called her Ella or Ellie. But I could not call my daughter the exact same way, and 'Lizzy' always seemed to fit her."
"I almost cannot believe that this woman is not Elizabeth," Fitzwilliam said.
Mr. Bennet smiled. "Yes, it is quite unbelievable. My mother would have adored her. She loved children, especially mischievous ones."
"Do you believe that Mrs. Elizabeth Bennet lives in your daughter?" Mr. Darcy asked.
"I would like to believe it. Yes, I think I do believe it. Lizzy never met her. She cannot know that even the way she moves reminds me of my mother. Have you seen her raise her eyebrow and smile when she is about to be impertinent? Or tilt her head when she is about to tease? Those were all my mother's gestures. No, I am convinced. Lizzy was her gift."
Author's Note:
If you think that a granddaughter can't possibly look identical to her grandmother, I am living proof that we can! My mom once showed me a picture of my grandma when she was around my age, and it looked like I had time travelled. Another fun fact: my sister's name is Elizabeth, and we call her Ellie :)
Take care!
Jen
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