Lizzie could not believe it had been three weeks since Jane's wedding.

Her sister had spent a couple of days away from home before returning to work. Her honeymoon would have to wait until the summer.

Darcy had not returned to Pemberley Digital, and Lizzie had heard from Mrs. Reynolds that he was abroad. He had missed Elaine's arrival and the first raw cut of the miniseries. If the team kept working at that pace, they would have the final cut for ready for the spring. Just as Darcy wanted.

As for Gigi, she had not contacted her since the wedding. Probably, she was busy with school.

Surprisingly, as she thought of her, Gigi materialized at her door.

"Hello Lizzie."

Business in England had taken more time than Gigi or Darcy had predicted. The issues had been serious but not unsolvable. People had taken advantage of the fact that no one lived in the main house, but the Darcys' presence had helped.

Neither William nor Georgiana had been in Pemberley for a while. The property had belonged to their father's family for generations, and now it was theirs to maintain.

Gigi managed to work on her independent study and was getting notes from a friend. William had been in constant communication with Ann Reynolds and knew about the recent development of the video series and Elaine's return.

After almost three weeks, William and his sister flew back to San Francisco. During the flight, Gigi made plans with him for the weekend that she was going to stay in the city before returning to school.

In those plans, Gigi obviously included a visit to Pemberley to talk with Lizzie. William had offered to be with her, but Gigi declined his offer. It would be better if she were alone with Lizzie.

William tried to relax but his mind would not stop wondering. He could feel that something was going to get hurt as a result of that conversation.

"Hello Gigi! What a surprise!"

"I know, I probably should have called."

"I don't mind," Lizzie said, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school now?"

"Yes, but I have something very important to do here. Mmm, do you want to have lunch?," Gigi said.

"Oh… sure," Lizzie said, "I'll just tell Elaine and we can go."

Gigi smiled and waited for Elizabeth. She had practiced what she was going to say to Lizzie and hoped her anxiousness would not betray her. She decided on a restaurant where they could get a private room and no one would listen to their talk.

They had a light and nice conversation, until Gigi decided to change the subject.

"Lizzie, remember at Bing's wedding, I told you that I wanted to talk to you?"

"Yeah, I remember. What about?," Lizzie asked.

"George Wickham."

Lizzie was fearing Gigi would say that.

"Gigi, I rather don't…"

"Lizzie, I know you did not listen to my brother when he wanted to talk to you, but…" Gigi said, "I can't believe that despite knowing what George did, you still want to be with him."

Lizzie opened her mouth in surprise.

"How could you say that?," she exclaimed.

"You did not read William's letter, did you?," Gigi asked.

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, startled, "What letter?"

"William wrote you a letter the same day he tried to talk with you. He put it in your mailbox at the office."

"I never saw that letter," Lizzie said, confused.

"Oh no!", Gigi said. Her fear that Lizzie had only heard George's version was becoming real.

"Is it possible that someone took it?," she asked.

"No, I trust Lucille and everyone at Pemberley," Lizzie answered.

"Could you have misplaced somewhere then?"

"I don't think so. I usually review all my mail in my office, I don't…" and then Lizzie remembered something. The day when she had taken it home. George could have not taken it, he would not.

Gigi saw the different emotions appeared on Lizzie's face.

"Lizzie, is there a possibility that George could have taken it?"

"I… I… don't know," Lizzie stuttered.

"This explains your behavior towards William and Fitz. You never got the chance to know the other side of the story."

Gigi stayed silently for a couple of minutes, so Lizzie would gather her thoughts.

"Lizzie, you really need to know what was on that letter. Please, let me tell you."

Lizzie exhaled sharply and nodded.

"You must know that George was my father's godson, and that he spent most of his childhood with my family so I practically grew up with him."

"I love William, but he was always so proper and serious in contrast to George's bubbly personality. He was fun, charming, so sure of himself; and I enjoyed his company."

"I also know that my brother made a proposition to you at the end of high school and that you refused him."

Lizzie blushed and looked down.

"At that time, William had issues expressing himself with words, maybe even now, so I can probably understand why you declined his offer," Gigi said.

"Nevertheless, that hit him hard. But when he returned from his summer from Europe, he had changed. He was friendlier, less opinionated and less proud. Your rejection made him change."

Lizzie frowned. That was not what George had told her.

"You did not know that," Gigi pointed.

"No, I had a different impression," Lizzie replied and let Gigi continued.

"I missed them terribly when they started college. I had other friends, but William and George were the closest to me. Mom and Dad were always working, and even tough they tried to spend time with me, it was not the same."

"A year later, George returned to San Francisco and I learnt that he had dropped school. My dad gave him a job at Pemberley, and I was just so glad to have him back."

"I was fifteen at the time, and it could have been the hormones, but I developed a crush on him. He was very nice to me, and spent some time with me when he was not working. I never expected anything from him because I felt he still saw me as a child, and because he had other, older, friends."

Gigi took a break to drink her water. The next part was tough.

"And then, my parents died," she said.

"I'm sorry, Gigi," Lizzie said and put her hand on hers.

"Thanks," Gigi breathed deeply.

"You don't have to talk about that if it distress you," Lizzie suggested.

"That's okay. It was a great shock to us all, including George. I don't remember much of those days, they were a blur, but he was definitely at their burial."

"The day we read my parent's will, William and I learnt that he had become my guardian and that my father had assigned money for George's education. Against my aunt's wishes, I decided to move to Boston with William, I did not want to be apart of him."

That also differed from George's story.

"I was home the day my brother talked with George about his trust. When they came out of my father's study, George said goodbye and I did not see him for three years."

"When I asked William what had happened, he told me that George had expressed his wish to get that money instead of being used for his education. A few months later, Mrs. Reynolds told us that he had quit Pemberley."

This time, Lizzie decided to speak.

"George told me that your brother had denied him that money. He also said that he was fired from Pemberley."

"No! That is not true."

"Why would he lie? I don't understand…" Lizzie said, disturbed.

"Lizzie, I may have an idea, but you still need to hear the rest of the story."

Lizzie nodded, but her head was starting to hurt.

"The next years were hard. William was balancing school, Pemberley and me. He became a father to me. If it had not been for Kate, Bing and Fitz, he would have crumbled."

"When he graduated from Harvard, he moved back to San Francisco, and I went to Yale, alone. I wanted to have a normal college experience, live in a dorm and all that."

"One day, before I started my second semester, while I was with a couple of friends in a restaurant, George showed up, out of nowhere. I was really surprised to see him because I had not heard from him in years."

"We said hello, and he asked if we could talk. I said yes and left my friends."

"We spoke a lot that night. He told me that, after quitting Pemberley, he had struggled finding himself and figuring out what he wanted to do with his life. He always loved photography but getting a career on that was harder that he expected."

"When I asked him why he had been radio silent, he answered that he was too ashamed for his failure and that his pride did not let him ask for help."

"He told me that the last time he had been happy was where he was with me in San Francisco. And that was the reason he had gone to New Haven and looked for me."

Gigi drank some water and then continued, "I was wary by his sudden appearance, but when he said that, I believed him. I don't know why but I just did. No one had said anything like that before to me and I was flattered."

"He asked me if I could meet him again, and I said yes. He also asked me not to tell my brother that he was there because he did not want him to know about his struggles. I told him he could trust me."

"After that, we started to spend time together again, a lot. He was the same old charming George, and he kept telling me how much he had missed me and how happy he was to be with me. I was so blind by his words and I fell for him."

Lizzie looked at her, concerned. Everything was so different from George's story.

Why he had lied to her? What if Gigi was lying too? Lizzie was so confused and did not know what to think.

"He was working around but nothing was steady. I decided to do something from him so I told William that for my nineteen birthday I wanted my own apartment. William was reluctant at first but I managed to convince him."

"The day I got the keys, I showed George the new apartment and I told him that he could move in me, if he wanted. He smiled so brightly, took me in his arms and told me he was in love with me. I was over the moon."

A tear slid on Gigi's cheek.

"Excuse me, Lizzie," Gigi said and she walked to the restroom. She knew she was stronger than that, but it still hurt to think about that part of her life. She composed herself and joined Lizzie on their table.

"Gigi, are you okay?," Lizzie asked. How could she be lying if she was so distressed? But then again, that day, George also seemed so affected.

"Yes, I am. I just have to finish."

"We lived together for about three months. When my semester finished, my brother asked him if I was going home. I lied and told him that I was going to take summer classes. The truth is that I wanted to spend more time with George, and I was not sure how William would react to our relationship."

"William decided to surprise me and flew to see me. He had keys to the apartment so he did not knock and caught us… together."

Lizzie gasped.

"I had never seen my brother so furious. He was ready to attack George, but I intervened. I told William that I was in love with George and that he was in love with me."

"William snapped and told that was not true, that George was with me because of the money and to get back at him. I could not believe him, I was so sure George loved me."

"So William took his check book, wrote a check and handed it to George. He did not hesitate to take it, looked at me, said 'sorry, peach' and left."

Lizzie covered her mouth with her hand; that was horrible. She could not accept that George was capable of that.

"You can imagine what happened after that. I was so angry and broken, but William never left my side, not matter how many times I told him I hated him. It took us months to rebuild our relationship."

"When I finally agreed to listen to him, William told me that George had visited him early that year and had asked for more money. William refused but offered him a job at Pemberley. They had a big disagreement, and George left really mad at my brother."

Georgiana breathed deeply and looked at Lizzie. It was obvious that George had not told her about that, or anything truthful. She wanted to comfort her and put her hand on hers.

"Lizzie, I'm so sorry that you had to learn the truth like this, but now you know what George did to my family and why William and I really wanted to talk to you. You can think I am lying too but here are some proofs I could gather."

Georgiana took her purse and pulled out some papers.

"I have his resignation letter from Pemberley and two receipts that showed that he cashed the checks my brother gave him."

Lizzie took the papers and read them. Georgiana had told the truth.

"I can't believe he did that to you…," Lizzie said, fighting back tears.

"I don't know what made him change, he was not like that as a child. I'm so sorry, Lizzie."

"Why would he lie to me like that? For years, he refused to talk about Darcy and all of the sudden he told a pack of lies about you and your brother!," Lizzie cried.

"My guess is that he saw that you were becoming close to William and he considered him a threat," Gigi said.

"A threat?! I have to talk to him," Lizzie replied and she tried to rise from her seat, but tears started to fall on her face.

"Wait, Lizzie!," Gigi said, "you're very upset and I can't let you leave this."

Lizzie sat again and started crying. Gigi debated if she should do something and finally decided to put an arm around Lizzie's shoulders.

After some minutes, when she felt calmer, Lizzie finally looked up.

"I'm so sorry, Gigi, that he hurt and that you had to see him again because of me. I also owe your brother and Fitz an apology."

"Don't say that, you were in the dark."

"I have to go now. Thanks for giving me the truth," Lizzie said and gathered her things.

"Are you sure you're fine to leave?," Gigi asked.

"Yes, I won't drive now. I just want to be alone," Lizzie answered.

"I understand, but please feel free to call me or William, if you need anything," Gigi said and quickly wrote on a napkin his brother's number.

Lizzie accepted it, thanked Gigi again and left the restaurant.