The next evening at dinner, the Bennets, the Bingleys and the Darcy's are dining at Longbourn.

"Oh Mr Bingley, I am soooo looking forward to the wedding. Everything is set all that is needed now is Elizabeth."

The last bit was said very bitterly, Jane sighed. Their mama was blaming everything that was going wrong on Lizzy, as she wasn't here to defend herself.

The flowers were late, because of Lizzy

Mr Bingley was late tonight, because of Lizzy.

The sun wasn't shining because of Lizzy.

To tell you the truth even though Jane was a very patience person. Her mama was beginning to tear her nerves into shreds.

She wished that mama would just leave Lizzy alone but she couldn't shout at Mrs Bennet because it wasn't polite and it would be frowned upon.

So here Jane was listening to Mrs Bennet rambling away to Mr Bingley with Mr Bennet looking very amused. Obviously thankful it wasn't him.

Mary was sat next to Mr Darcy neither of them speaking. Mary because even though she wouldn't admit was in awe of Mr Darcy and Mr Darcy because he did just not wish to speak with her. Why had mama placed them together?

Thankfully mama had the good sense to put Miss Darcy next to him. There was space left for Lizzy next to papa, and Mrs Hurst and opposite Mr Darcy. We had left it empty in hope she would return to tonight but it didn't seem she was going to make it.

We had just begun to start our starter when the door opened, but nobody took any notice as we thought it was the maid bringing in more food.

I only noticed, when I heard someone quietly reach for a seat, I turned and saw Lizzy gently easing into her seat so no one would notice her, which seemed to have worked as nobody looked up.

She looked at me and smiled, she hadn't changed much thankfully, mama had decided to send her to the Gardiner's in hope they would help Mrs Bennet get rid of Lizzy sharp tongue. So Lizzy over the past few months, had been sending two letters, one were she sounded like the posh snobbish ladies of town (which pleased mama to no end) and the other were she was herself, commenting on the fashion sense, peoples manners, how the ladies acted, (which mama never got to see)

Lizzy got a plate brought to her straight away but Jane still couldn't understand how nobody could have noticed that she was there. Oh well they will find out sooner or later. Probably later I should imagine.

Jane took another look at Darcy, Lizzy and Mr Darcy would make an excellent couple. Mmmh yes Mrs Elizabeth Darcy that does sound good.

Its time I did a little matchmaking of my own probably won't work but it's worth a try, Jane thought with a smile.

Elizabeth's point of view.

I had just arrived at Longbourn, exhausted and irritated and I did not feel like having dinner but knowing mama she would come and claim that me not coming to dinner had torn her nerves into to shreds. I would just have to grin and bear it.

Oh well Lizzy it won't be as bad as the even bigger dinner mama is having, two days before the wedding.

Though I must say I am very eager to meet the famous Mr Bingley the man who stole my sweet sisters heart and the infamous Mr Darcy, I have heard different accounts of him which puzzle me exceedingly. Mama writes of how nasty and ungrateful the man is. Mary and Kitty say he used to be handsome but now they know him they've changed their minds. Papa thinks that he is interesting and how I will enjoy examining his character. Jane writes I will like him if I get to know him.

I do hope Jane isn't going to try anything.

Anyway back to the dinner I sneak in hopefully nobody will notice me. Especially not mama.

When I got comfortable I decided to look around the table. Guessing instantly that the gentlemen mama is talking to is Mr Bingley, as she is doing it so very happily. The snobbish looking women I presume are Mrs Hurst and Miss Bingley and the man bursting out of the seams is Mr Hurst.

I notice a man opposite me, he is very handsome, I sigh this couldn't be Mr Darcy. He's sooooo pleasant to the eye, oh I cannot believe it. It's a shame he is supposed to have a cold and haughty manner. I think in any other situation I would loved to have taked to him. I move to his left. The girl from the bookshop. Oh dear, would Mr Darcy be angry if he knew I helped her? Would he think I was just doing it for his wealth. I hope not I didn't even realise she was Miss Darcy.

I groan and return to eating my meal.

We were well into our desert when,

"ELIZABETH, when did you arrive"

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