Chapter Seventeen; Sister, sister…
"Georgiana, I'd like to talk to you…" Darcy began looking at himself in the mirror. "No, no, no. That's not right, sounds like this is gravely terrible." He looked at himself in the mirror. What had happened wasn't grave and horrid, Elizabeth finally knew that he loved her, and she in return loved him. Darcy began again.
"Georgiana Elizabeth loves me and I love her, we're getting married…" that wouldn't work either, he hadn't asked and didn't have the courage or the manor to do it just yet. "G, what would you think of a sister?"…
The first performance of the Nutcracker was performed December eleventh, about a week after the fainting incident. Everyone was now fully recovered (two in much better spirits than prior) and the show was a go. Darcy bought two tickets for himself and his sister, bearing in mind Elizabeth's Sweat, Make – up, feet rule. You should be in a possession to clearly see the feet, but not the sweat or the make up lines. Georgiana and he had primo seats, this was when he was going to talk to his sister, it had to be perfect.
"Ready to go dear darling brother of mine?" Georgiana asked smiling at her elder sibling. Darcy kissed her cheek and escorted her to his car.
"Good evening Miss Darcy, Darcy." Simon said greeting them. They exchanged pleasantries and were seated.
"Do we get to go back stage?" Georgiana asked excitedly.
"Luciana would kill me if we came but didn't see her." Darcy said smiling. "Speaking of Luci, what do you think of her?" He asked trying to act casual.
"Well, I know that her name is Elizabeth Bennet, you met her in Iowa, she's an amazing dancer, woman, and you love her." Georgiana said, her brother stared. "You think me younger than I am. But I see…"
"That will teach me never to underestimate you again. You are correct, but how did you know?' he said jokingly.
"Which part, Elizabeth or your love?" she responded. Darcy wanted both. "Well, I looked up her bio and put two and two together. As for your love, do you think me blind?" Georgiana said smiling, her brother blushed. There was an awkward silence; Georgiana broke it seeing her brother couldn't.
"What do you think of Elizabeth?" she asked.
"Georgiana, what would you… what do you think…would you like…" he was tongue tied.
"Like what?" Georgiana asked, leaning forward. Does he want to marry Elizabeth? Please God! It's just to perfect! She thought.
"A sister." Fitzwilliam finished, Georgiana was speechless, then hyperactive. There was a God and he did listen!
"Ohmigod! When! You didn't tell me!"
"I haven't done it yet, I want your feelings." He said.
"And I want you to marry that woman." A good deal of weight was lifted off of him, he could move on with the consent of the most important woman in his life for the last eighteen years.
Darcy, now with Georgiana's permission to put a ring on her finger Darcy sat back and watched Elizabeth dance. He could easily pick her out in every variation she danced. Her strength was back and she was a goddess. His heart fluttered as he watched her. He fidgeted as he sat in his seat, fighting the urge to propose right then and there. But he reminded himself she needed a ring and a proper setting and he was safe. The intermission provided Georgiana time to slip out to the florist and pick up a few things. She returned with two bouquets one from herself and one from him.
"Viscaria?" he asked looking at her.
"Trust me, now fill out the card." Darcy tapped his pen on his knee and couldn't get a thing to come to mind. Where are your flowery words now good Monsieur? He thought to himself.All thoughts of words let alone flowers were pushed from his mind at the start of the second act.
"Luci!" He called stepping back stage, she was dressed in her last costume, but with the addition of an ancient flash dance sweater.
"William!" she responded opening her arms and giving him a kiss. They kept it short and soon Elizabeth was soon upon Georgiana also giving her a kiss.
"You were great!" the youth said presenting her with the bouquet.
"Thank you." Elizabeth said, smiling warmly at the girl pulling out the sunny flower (sunflower) and gave the girl another sisterly kiss. Darcy soon took her attention by giving her his bouquet. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the flowers.
"I love Viscaria1!" she said, Georgiana left the couple alone in the moment. It was still awkward to think of her Fitzwilliam able to kiss anything like that.
Christmas and New Years came and went and he was required under fear of death to visit his Aunt Catherine for that time. He was most seriously displeased about that. One he was with his Aunt Catherine de Bitch and two he was away from Elizabeth. Even for a week it was too long. However sister and cousin by his side and Elizabeth on speed dial he was able to survive. The one good thing about that week was the fact he able to go to Tiffany's and not get caught, as well as get to the old Elizabeth Darcy wedding band. Richard was ever supportive and Georgiana fell in love with the band Elizabeth had chosen those months ago when she was looking out for her sister. Had it really been so long ago that she hated him. The way she reacted to him now was enough to make him forget she had ever thought ill of him. That was a relief.
A week later Elizabeth returned from Iowa, she took the visit for her sister. She returned a few days after him. He picked her up at JFK. She was as stunning as ever, but looked even better when she talked about the wedding while sitting on his lap in her living room. The wedding was supposed to be in February, and Darcy knew that he shouldn't do anything to upstage that event. So the rings sat in the box in his underwear drawer. But for the love of God it was going to be hard. He was so close to abducting her and flying to Vegas. Or just dropping down on one knee in the middle of a rehearsal and bearing in soul to the theater freaks that resided there. But he knew that she had more respect for her sister and could do that to her. He would just have to wait and exercise some restraint. He needed a workout anyway…
1 Viscaria in the language of flowers means something to the tune of 'will you dance with me?'