Elizabeth had found that her day was going in a way that it often did, lonely. It had taken a lot of time for her to get used to the lack of presence by those who would previously fill up her time.

It was not long into the day when her

routine was broken by the incessant rapture on her sitting room door.

Calmly placing the book she was reading for the tenth time down she watched as a flushed and angry Margaret stormed in.

"I do not think I can do this anymore!" She screamed banging the door closed.

"I don't think I can handle the planning, the colours, the material. Mama's constant prattling and stressing. I do not even want a season let alone a coming out ball!" She said pacing the length of the room as she spoke of her frustrations.

"Meg" Lizzy said attempting to get her attention but that attempt had failed as Meg had continue letting her feelings on the matter out.

"I do not understand why she is unable to understand that I don't want a season. I don't want to be presented to the ton. Do you know the stories I've heard of London society? I don't want to go to balls and meet young men because I do not see the reason for it. I don't want a husband!" She spoke her voice becoming heavy with emotion.

A low growl was heard from the office next to Elizabeth's sitting room.

"Margaret" Lizzy spoke again grabbing the girl's hand to silence her, "I think you should go fetch your cousins and siblings therefore I may continue with the story." Elizabeth spoke, her wrinkles moving as she smiled sympathetically at the girl.

Nodding, Meg left to do what her grandmother had told her to do.

Leaving Elizabeth to think of the story she would next tell them, the story of her experiences with London's society.

40 and some years earlier

The honeymoon of the new mr and mrs Darcy was over way sooner than both of them would've liked.

If questioned about the honeymoon, mr Darcy would've commented on how wonderful it was to have his wife to himself without any worries. Mrs Darcy would've talked about the adventures and the time spent with her new husband. And the servants of the honeymoon home that they had stayed at would've gossiped about mr and mrs Darcy's inability to rise later than noon and despite this they would still be tired.

Though soon this heaven that mr and mrs Darcy had fallen in love with had to end as it was time they got back to the reality of life.

Which at the time was the London season, where Elizabeth would have been introduced for the first time, not just as mrs Darcy.

For Elizabeth she was full of nerves and excitement, often mocking her mother and complaining to her husband about it, who would chuckle and tell her that she would be loved by all.

Mr Darcy could keep his word for it was true that London society had adored Elizabeth and her quick wit, as she would challenge anyone who would dare speak out against her or her family.

She was quick to make friends amongst the ton, growing close with lady Matlock who had kept to her promise of helping her and discussing various subjects with the Ladies of London.

Lizzy's ability and want to socialize during a party was not left in Meryton for she had taken it with her to all of the beautiful balls which she had stared in amazement at the dresses and the finery of the manors they were hosted at.

It was difficult to ever find that mrs Darcy's dance card was not full because it was not long into the season that she had created quite a name for herself, that she had men of all ages rushing to get a chance at a battle of wits with the notorious mrs Darcy during an amazing dance which her husband did not mind because he was often reminded by the amount of love she had for him.

Unlike many would think the once stoic mr Darcy who would usually use a gathering to brood, seemed to be now spending his time in a corner, staring at his wife lovingly, shaking impatiently on the balls of his feet with a glass in his hands as his wife socialized. That is when he was not dancing with her or she had not made him dance with a lonely maiden who was in a great need of a partner.

And in this way, Elizabeth's first London season was a huge success even with the many rumors and enemies she had made during it.

Even though Lizzy was utterly disappointed when her first season came to an end, she had slid into the carriage with her husband on her last day in London, excited to begin her life at Pemberley.

"And so you see, Meg, even if the ton is quite harsh, you are amazing enough to wow them and all you have to do is ignore those who think otherwise and remember that you are a Darcy."

This got a grumble of disagreement from the stubborn Meg as a reply.

With a sigh Elizabeth dismissed the rest of her grandchildren.

Waiting patiently as Ben left smirking at the fact that his sister was about to get a scolding from their grandmother and Mary following him as she gushed about the different balls and dresses that was described, to an annoyed Thomas as she tugged on her younger cousin's hand.

Once she was left alone with her grandmother, Margaret allowed her thoughts free, "of course they would love you grandmother, but I don't think I can shine like you did, I don't think I want to" she admitted.

"Oh Meg", Lizzy said resting her hand onto her granddaughter's younger one, "you will learn to love it and they will love you..."

Margaret did not allow her grandmother to finish, immediately shutting her off as her temper flared, "I don't want them to love me! I don't need them to! I am not Adelaide!" She shouted taking the name of her second cousin, who her mother often compared her to.

There was only one way to describe Adelaide Bingley, perfect. From her beautiful features that was her fiery red hair to her distracting light blue eyes that was made more beautiful by her soft features. And her personality was nothing of the precious miss Bingley we have grown to know, some might say she was the complete opposite of her spiteful great aunt. She acted in such a similar manner to her grandmother that Elizabeth often found herself calling her Jane.

"You don't have to be like her to be loved, they'll love you just the way you are"

"But you do admit that it would be preferable if I was more like her?" Margaret said, breathing heavily as she stood up from the couch. "That it would be better if I dreamt of love and a perfect husband to fill my time with instead. If i was more like Thomas, who dreams of experiencing love with real people instead of in a book as I often do yet find that I still don't want. That I still don't want a family t o love and grow old with" she spoke in anger before storming out of the room with a swish of her skirts.

Leaving a confused Elizabeth to ponder her angered filled words.

A/N I honestly feel like I could've written this chapter better. Well anyway despite that this is the longest chapter I wrote, 1261 words.

Okay this is IMPORTANT I've edited Elizabeth's age to her mid 60s because I realize that it doesn't make sense if she's 70.

And @Regency17 thanks so much for that review, it's really reassuring that I'm not the only one. Thanks so much for reading...

@beatrizwolfstark your review left me smiling like an idiot for like 2 hours, I'm smiling right now just thinking about it. I'm so happy that must've story was able to make you think of such a wonderful time in your life :)

Oh yeah and HAPPY NEW YEAR

Thanks for reading and tell me what your thoughts are on this chapter and what you think will happen (wanna see if I'm predictable)