Lizzie met blue eyes, but not exactly the ones she was expecting.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"Yeah, we met years ago, you don't remember?"

Lizzie frowned and thought really hard. Nothing…

"I won't keep any longer, you are clearly busy. See you inside, Lizzie Bennet." He handed her the invitation and walked away with his companion.

Lizzie was still clearly confused and Clara had to nudge her to regain her attention. Lizzie shook her head to clear her mind and continued to do her job.

When the doors closed, they both took their seats and waited for the runway show to begin. Jane had put together all the outfits of the models, and she had even designed some of the clothes. Lizzie was very observant of the reaction of the attendants and only saw positive reactions.

After the models finished, the designers appeared on the runway, including Jane. Lizzie clapped as hard as possible at her sister's clear success.

Bing joined them on the stage and thanked Jane publicly for all her efforts to put on such event. He hugged her quickly and gently pushed her forward so she could have her moment of recognition. The people applauded and cheered even more. After that, Bing announced that all the clothes were going to be available for sale; the money going to a children cause.

"And now, enjoy the party!," Bing finally said.

Lizzie made her way backstage and found her sister amidst the group of models and staff. As soon as she saw her sister, Jane ran to her and Lizzie hugged her.

"I am very proud of you. Everything was perfect, Jane", Lizzie said, fighting back tears.

"Thank you Lizzie. It means a lot to me. Now, we have to make sure that the party is perfect too," Jane smiled at her with watery eyes.

Lizzie nodded, ready to do whatever her sister needed. Jane asked her to oversee some aspects of the party; and then Jane walked towards Bing and stepped into the party.

When she was finally able to take a break, Lizzie joined Clara at the bar and ordered a cocktail. The place was packed and Lizzie could not find her sister or the stranger that had intrigued her. But he found her first.

"Hello again, Lizzie Bennet."

Lizzie jumped and turned to face him, her drink almost falling from her hand.

"Oh my god, you scared me!"

"Oh, I did not mean to, I apologize", he replied and grinned, "You still don't remember me, do you?"

"No, sorry…," Lizzie admitted.

"That's okay. I'm George Wickham."