This was the first story I wrote, and after reading it again I noticed it has several things that can be improved.

Epilogue

Pemberley 1817

Darcy was watching his family gather in Pemberley's main hall with a huge smile. Life had been very good, he had three beautiful children: Gigi, William his firstborn, and his beautiful baby daughter Jane. Gigi was five years old, the vivid picture of his departed sister, and she was a beautiful and obedient girl. William was almost three years and, although he looked like his father, in character, he was social and curious like his mother. And finally, his favorite child, baby Jane. She was exactly like his Elizabeth with expressive and beautiful eyes.

"Papa, could you read us Cinderella again?" Gigi asked her father, "William and Jane didn't know the story."

Darcy smiled, for he loved Gigi as his own child. After Wickham died at Waterloo, he had started the process to formally adopt Gigi. "Yes, my princess. Come here." He sat William in his lap, while Gigi sat next to him on the sofa and little Jane continued sleeping in her mother's arms.

Elizabeth listened to the deep and lovely voice of her husband reading the well-known fairytale. At moments like these, she felt that she was the most fortunate woman in the Kingdom. She had it all - a wonderful husband, beautiful children, and a lovely house.

Rosings 1817

Richard Fitzwilliam was deep in thought because today was the third anniversary of Anne's death. He had visited Anne in the cemetery earlier with his wife and godson. His wife. He still couldn't believe his good fortune, but on days like this, he felt his happiness was the result of two deaths.

A year after Anne's death, Mr. Collins took a bad cold, and not long afterward, it turned into pneumonia. In a few days, he was gone. Mary was devasted and despite Richard's protests, she returned to Longbourn with her small child. For the next year, Richard wrote to her about the tenants, Rosings, and his godson's health. Once the mourning was over, he plucked up his courage and went to Longbourn. At first, Mary was reluctant to contemplate another marriage. She had cared for Mr. Collins and felt she needed more time to grieve. Richard, disappointed, returned to Rosings, but a few months later, Darcy invited him to his daughter's christening and he met Mary again. They spent time in each other's company, and at last, Mary realized that she had fallen in love with him.

"Richard, are you alright?" a worried Mary asked him.

"Yes, my love. I was thinking about Anne." He answered her with a weak smile.

"I think about her and Mr. Collins often and miss them," Mary said with tears in her eyes. "As you know, Anne was my best friend and confidant, and William was a very kind man and a good husband. I didn't love him with the same passion I feel for you, but I would never regret my marriage."

"I believe that we were always destined to be together, but our path was a difficult one. I love you, my Mary. You are the best part of my life." Richard hugged and kissed his wife.

Longbourn 1817

In the last few years, Lydia had changed a lot. Due to her parent's attention, especially that of her father, she started to read and learn about history, literature, and household accounts; she even learned to play chess!

Contrary to all the suppositions, Mrs. Bennet had been very happy to have an unmarried daughter at home. Despite the improvement of Mrs. Bennet's relationship with her husband, they would never be well-matched.

Lydia and Frederick's courtship had run smoothly. Frederick had been interested in her almost from the beginning of their acquaintance, but Lydia had been too happy to stay at home with her parents' undivided attention and her sisters' invitations to Pemberley, Rosings, and London. At last, after three years of Frederick's persistent attempts to win Lydia's heart, he was rewarded by her acceptance of a courtship and, one month later, her hand.

One month after Lydia's wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Bennet reflected on the last five years of their life. Despite all the difficulties, sorrows, and death, life had been kind to them. All of their daughters had found good and loving husbands, and purpose in their lives. For some of them, the path to happiness didn't run smoothly and for others, it was an easy road. But above all, the four sisters were immensely happy with their lots in life.

The End