Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice. Well, I do own the book, (the Barnes & Noble Classic Edition!) and I own the plot of this fic. In fact, I own everything about this fic that isn't recognized. So pishaw to you, my friends!
Miss Bingley's POV
A pleasant scene, it would seem. Yes, everyone was smiling- laughing even- saying all the right things. The former state of wealth and manners of the only married women in he dining room of my brother Charles (who was currently having the Darcys and myself for dinner) was blissfully ignored by nearly everyone. Everyone but me.
It is shameful to admit that I have been right all along, though it must be said to maintain any sense of… sense in what I am about to tell you. My brother is a fool. Charles has the nerve to believe that he is in love with this simpleton fresh from the country as if she were an ear of corn in a particular shade of yellow he is fond of. He has mistaken a liking of her looks and a feeling of pity as admiration, and married her because of it.
I foresaw this of course, upon arriving at Netherfield. Not straight away perhaps, but when I saw that piteous girl dancing with him at that horrid ball I admit I thought him insane. But I thought surely he'd come to realize his mistake and I left the girl well alone. My brother could care for himself after all.
But I admit, I made an error. I let him fall for her, when her feelings were obviously not returned, except perhaps for a wish of fortune. But she was the least of my problems. Somehow I had managed to overlook her family, deeming them unimportant in the circumstances. Of course, ignoring the family meant ignoring my brother's lover's sister, Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
And my Mr. Darcy fell for her.
It's not fair that my brother and the one I love should both fall for idiots. And worse, if Charles were to marry that innocent little twit, and my Mr. Darcy to marry that ugly loudmouth, I would be the sister in law to my beloved Mr. Darcy, and even hopes of a romantically secret affair with him would be lost.
I had to make a stop to both horrid relationships. And soon, or suffer a bad reputation by my brother, and loss of the last shred of hope that my Mr. Darcy might still love me.
AN: Yes, very short, but I will continue it if you want me too. I wrote this to show that poor Miss Bingley is deserving of at least a little bit of compassion. She may be somewhat selfish… but everyone in the world wants something- can they be blamed for it?