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Chapter 11 – The Republic of Pemberley

"All the privilege I claim for my own sex . . . is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone." – Jane Austen

"Déjà vu," Pirhana smiles as though she thinks I am joking with her.

She takes hold of my hand so that neither of us will get lost in the crowd. We walk towards an even larger mass congregating by the gates. The one story brick building looks nothing like Pemberley. It looks more like an urban discotheque. However, as soon as Pirhana and I get inside the club, I realize that it is anything but.

Inside, there are clubbers dancing the quadrille to Lady Gaga (of all things). People are having tea or juice instead of alcohol. Women are actually wearing floor-length dresses and the ballroom floor glistens as though it has just been wiped with pine scented solution. The women sit on one side of the club; waiting to be asked to dance as the men oblige them or stay their distance as they contemplate whether or not cross to the other side.

A chandelier hangs from the middle of the dance floor and shines much like a disco ball. The rest of the club is lit by candles at their tables; giving off an intimate somewhat romantic feel.

A flyer reads: Who says you have to be drunk to have fun? Come to The Republic of Pemberley for an unforgettable night.

Pirhana smiles, "So, do you like it?"

I hesitate; dumbfounded by what I see. "I love it," I muster out.

"I actually like this place," Pirhana leads me to an unoccupied table.

"I didn't think," I smile as I look down at the menu on our table, "that this would be your style."

Pirhana makes a face at me, "A girl can change her mind!"

"As often as she likes," I add in with a laugh.

"Cheers to that," Pirhana high-fives me. "I believe drinks are in order."

"For," I raise a questioning eyebrow.

"You've been through a lot in the past month," Pirhana smiles, "and I just want to toast your strength."

"I'm not that strong, Pirhana."

Pirhana smiles, "You're stronger than you think."

A waiter comes up to us, "What will it be?"

"Mango iced tea for me," Pirhana smiles.

"I'll have the same," I shrug as Pirhana smirks at me. "I've never tried it before."

"Sure thing," the waiter busily scribbles down the order.

"Amanda Price is trying new things," Pirhana smiles. "Does this mean that you're actually going to read something other than Pride and Prejudice now?"

"Baby steps," I laugh. "Who knows, maybe I'll read Sense and Sensibility instead."

"But," Pirhana teases with a fake gasp, "there's no Darcy in that!"

"I know." I change the subject, "Are you going to dance?"

Pirhana shakes her head, "You have to wait for the men to ask you at this club."

As soon as Pirhana says that, a man walks up to her, "Hello. I'm Phil."

"Pirhana."

"Would you care to dance?"

Pirhana looks at me and I wave my hand and laugh, "Go on! Knock yourself out."

Soon, Pirhana is on the dance floor; having the time of her life and I am sipping on my mango iced tea; watching her. I feel someone is behind me, but, do not turn around; thinking that they are watching people dance just like I am. However, when five minutes pass by and I still feel a presence; I turn around.

My eyes widen as I whisper, "Mr. Darcy?"

"Miss Elizabeth?"

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