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Chapter 14 – All Good Things Must End

Everybody likes to go their own way-to choose their own time and manner of devotion -Jane Austen

The next morning I wake up with a start; reaching for my cell phone (which by now was fully charged especially after my foray into Regency England). I squint at the clock as it blinks, the ever-annoying, 5:00 AM into my eyes. I groan, for, I have to get something off my chest, but, know the Leigh is probably sound asleep by now.

"The hell with it," I shrug, "he'll forgive me."

I dial his number and wait until I hear a click and a groggy, "Hello?"

"Hi," I say a shade too brightly.

"Amanda?" I hear a fumbling sound and know that he has looked at the clock. "It is 5:00 AM. Is something wrong?"

I take in a deep breath and babble, "You see, the whole time paradox, parallel universe, you know, stuff."

Leigh yawns, "What exactly are you trying to say, my dear?"

"I don't think writing my mum letters will work! We're not going back in time! We're going to a book! I mean, time doesn't exist in a book! So, if I write my mum letters, it wouldn't work!"

There is a pause.

"I know."

"Well," I flip out, "why didn't you tell me? I want to see my mum everyday! Don't you understand! She's my best friend! I can't live without her!"

"Dearest," Leigh soothes, "do try and calm your nerves."

I sniffle, "How can I calm my nerves? A mother is the greatest comfort a girl can ever know!"

"This is precisely why she's coming with us."

"Leigh," I warn, "it is too early in the morning to be joking."

"It is also too early in the morning to call," Leigh chides, "but, that did not stop you."

I laugh, "I can almost see your smile."

"And," Leigh continues, "I can almost see yours, therefore, I must say I am doing a good job."

"Indeed," I smile. "I should let you go.

"Yes," Leigh yawns again, "and please do not worry. Good night."

"Night."

The next day, Leigh and I talk to my mother (who obviously does not believe us and thinks we are both nuts). We explain what happened and how we were transported to Pride and Prejudice via a portal.

"Does this mean we have to faint to go through the portal?"

"I don't think so," Leigh speaks up. "You usually can walk into a portal. But, I'll have to look into this."

"Look into this?" My mother laughs, "That's rich!"

"Mum," I reason, "you don't have to believe us. But, if I do end up going back -"

"Mandy -"

I know that when my mother calls me Mandy it means that I am in big trouble like the time I spilled grape juice on the carpet and made the dog sit where the spill was. Eventually, our dog had to move and my mum had called me Mandy then.

"Amanda," I correct her.

"Mandy," my mum continues as I tighten my jaw, "you have taken your obsession with Pride and Prejudice too far."

I take in a deep breath, "Look, mum, in the event -"

"Highly unlikely event," my mum interrupts.

"Yes, well," I can feel myself get hot with frustration, "would you come with me?"

My mom hesitates, "Of course. You're my little Mandy."

"MUM!"

"Sorry, sorry," she hugs me. "I would go anywhere with you."

"Okay." I smile, "Now that that's done I have to go choose my wedding cake and-"

"Hey!" My mum laughs, "I'm not done hugging you yet!"

It seems as though the months have flown by, for, it is the first of April. I am wearing the same dress that I had worn when we were in Pride and Prejudice Land (the Jane Austen NeverNeverLand as I like to call it).

My mother, though skeptical about the portal situation, stands by my side; holding my arm as I walk towards Leigh. Pirhana is behind me as my maid of honor. Finally, I am standing beside Leigh and the priest opens his mouth to speak, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of …"

Suddenly, a portal opens and I take my mother's hand and Leigh's hand and together we walk through the portal. I can hear my mother gasping, for, I have proved her wrong. It feels as though I am being pulled apart as I go through the portal and then … all is clear and Leigh is standing beside me only the priest is different.

The priest goes on as if nothing extraordinary happened, "these witnesses, to join Mr. Darcy of Pemberley and Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

I turn to see my mother, tears in her eyes, as she nods towards me.

"You may kiss the bride."

Leigh turns towards me and pushes the veil off my face. "I love you," he whispers and kisses me.

I throw the bouquet backwards only to have Lydia catch the bouquet and squeal in delight that she was to be married next. As we sit in our carriage, our party comes out to wave us good-bye, and I wave happily back. I turn towards Leigh, "And they lived happily ever after."

The carriage moves away and he turns towards me, "We are happy and will always be. However, this is the beginning of our life together. Not the end."

The End

Lost in a New World – Preview

Chapter 1

She stood in what seemed to be the closet of a man. The scent of vanilla lined the lined the inside of the closet. She sifted through pants, shirts, and jackets until she found some that fit.

Constance Darcy was an impressionable young lady, sixteen years of age, and outwardly did not like her newfound curves that seemed to have been conjured up by some kind of dark magic overnight. Inwardly, she felt beautiful and that she was slowly becoming like her mother (an honor for her).

She possessed dark brown; expressive eyes that were highlighted by slightly wavy reddish brown hair. It seemed the only thing that she had inherited from her father was his hair texture and his temper.

She wanted to hide her curves in looser clothing and what better, she thought, than her father's wardrobe. She changed into a pair of black pants, black riding boots, black jacket, and white shirt. The latter of which had a knot-like scarf sewn into it; this she particularly liked.

She moved a box back and a book fell hard upon the ground. She stooped to pick it up; only to see that it was not just a book. It was a diary.

She crossed over the threshold of the closet and into her parents' bedroom. She sat upon her father's chair and crossed her legs upon the ottoman in front of her; heavy black boots and all. She opened the diary and began to read a passage.

April 2

Dear Diary,

Leigh has given me a diary to write everything in.

I suppose I should say what I'm so worried about. My mom just went back home, for, she found that she can go back and forth between portals. It is only Leigh and I that can only go back and forth once every year on April 1. For, as the old saying goes, "We are fools in love." She believes that it is easier for her to live in modern times and visit me here.

Constance was broken away from her reading as soon as she heard a gruff voice ask, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like," she monotonously said; not moving her eyes from the diary.

"First of all," Darcy snatched the diary from her hands, "those are your mother's private thoughts." He looked back at her, "Secondly, you are a lady of proper breeding."

"Blah, blah, blah," she sighed.

"You of all people," Darcy continued, "know that a lady does not wear men's fashion."

"Does it matter now?" She asked, "I'm only sixteen."

"Girls are married at this age."

"Mother got married at twenty-eight."

"That was different."

"How so?" Constance argued, "Just because I'm sixteen does not mean anything."

Silence.

"Father," Constance looked up, "Why did mother write about portals in her diary? And, who is Leigh?"

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