Sorry for not updating for so long! But yeah, life sadly gets in the way once in a while. But I promise the next few chapters will be updated quicker, until I have to start studying for the Biology Olympiad. Yep, there's always something coming up.
Anyway, thanks for all the reviews guys! They really inspire me to write and update quicker (hint hint!) So - this chapter's mainly Lizzie, Charlotte and Jane, but I promise there will be more Lizzie-Darcy soon. A LOT of Lizzie-Darcy, if I don't change anything =P
Enjoy!
Soundtrack: L.O.V.E. – Ashley Simpson
"All my girls stand in a circle and clap your hands this is for you
Ups and downs highs and lows no matter what you see me through"
(I love the tune, and it suits the mood)
"Oh damn."
Lizzie jumped out of bed and looked at her new alarm clock. She was supposed to meet Charlotte at Manhattan Mall in twenty minutes. Why did she always have to wake up late? She cursed and rushed to the bathroom.
The reflection wasn't pretty. Dark bags were under her eyes again, and her hair was in complete disarray. It wasn't entirely her fault that she hadn't slept well, though. Dreams that were almost nightmares had plagued her throughout the night. They all had something to do with Darcy. Lizzie cursed Darcy under her breath. Why did he have to employ her? And why did he have to meet up with her on his first day back?
He hadn't even wanted to look at her, Lizzie remembered. And then, his cold eyes had refused to look at her for most of the time. He obviously didn't mean to apologize. He had called her "Lizzie" and talked to her in a condescending tone, almost as if he was doing her a favour. He even made it sound like they were simply old friends catching up after a long time apart!
Perhaps he had only wanted to make her feel uncomfortable. "Acquaintances." He wanted to be acquaintances with her? And yet he had said it in such a cool way that Lizzie doubted the sincerity of his words. There was no way she could trust him.
Now that she thought of it, she didn't regret slapping him either. It had actually felt pretty good.
The phone started ringing. Great. Of all times, it just had to be when she was brushing her teeth. She rushed to the phone, hoping that she wasn't drooling any toothpaste onto the carpet.
"Hello?" she mumbled, muffled by the toothbrush still stuck in her mouth.
"Oh hey Lizzie! You all right? You sound sick."
Lizzie's face stretched into a huge smile. It was Jane! Perhaps she was coming really soon? Lizzie hoped so. Jane was such a good voice of reason.
"No, I'm fine. I'm brushing my teeth."
"Whoops, sorry Lizzie. Anyway, I will arrive at LaGuardia at four o'clock."
"Seriously? That's great, Jane! You should have told me earlier, though."
"I tried to! You weren't answering the phone. I left a message."
Lizzie slapped her forehead. She had gone clubbing last night to relieve the stress she had accumulated from her "talk" with Darcy. Casey and Cheyenne had been most surprised; after all, Lizzie hadn't gone for more than a month. But they were happy to have her back, and they literally danced the night away. A very tired Lizzie had tramped home at one in the morning. She had fallen asleep the second she hit her bed.
"I'm sorry, Jane. I should have checked. Anyway, it's really good that you're coming so soon. I'll pick you up then!"
"Thanks, Lizzie. Can't wait to see you, okay? Bye!"
"Bye, see you soon."
So, at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to now. Realizing that she was going to be late for the shopping trip with Charlotte, she rushed back into the bathroom, and attempted to break the world record for the fastest face wash and make up application. Still, she knew that she was going to be late.
Lizzie sighed, and dialled Charlotte's number on her mobile as she walked towards the bus stop.
"Hey Lizzie. Where are you?"
"Don't kill me Charlotte! I'm going to be late."
"How late?" Charlotte asked suspiciously.
"Probably thirty to forty minutes?"
"Lizzie! When did you get up this morning?"
Lizzie flinched at the disapproving tone. Damn, Charlotte had caught her.
"Ten-forty." she said grudgingly.
"Well no wonder you'llbe late. Silly girl! But I'm in a forgiving mood – there are such nice dresses here – so I'll let this one slide. But just this once, Lizzie! You got that?"
Lizzie laughed, "Yes ma'am! I'll see you later then."
Now all she had to do was to wait for a bus that would take her to Manhattan Mall. Lizzie thanked god that she lived in a pretty connected area with convenient transportation. However, that meant that it was expensive and the price had only gone up after her argument with Howard Collins.
It seemed like luck was on her side today. In less than a minute, Lizzie was off on her way to Manhattan Mall, riding towards a whole day of shopping-every girls' ultimate dream. She hoped that nothing would dampen her day, and she was going to put in the effort to not even think about Darcy.
But now that she started thinking about him, she couldn't stop. Oh, that bastard. He just had come back into her life, didn't he? The break-up was probably one of the biggest mess-ups of his life, and being the perfectionist that he was, he just had to fix it, didn't he? He didn't even think about the fact that Lizzie seriously did not want to see him, not to mention, her being adamant about restarting their acquaintance.
He was a proud, selfish man, and Lizzie wanted nothing to do with him. However, that was not going to happen.
Lizzie took out her iPod and turned up the volume to block out the annoying sounds of a baby crying, a high schooler chatting animatedly to a friend on the mobile, and a mother reprimanding her son for sucking his thumb. Obviously they had not grasped the fact that this was a bus, and therefore a public place where they should really keep quiet for other people's sake.
Well, the baby couldn't help it, that's for sure. But Lizzie only excused that because she remembered taking care of her sisters.
Crying babies were impossible. They rarely stopped once they started, and it took hours and hours of soothing to calm them down sometimes. Sleeping babies were like little angels, and Lizzie often wondered how such a small, innocent creature could yell and scream so loudly.
Lizzie remembered what to do with crying babies. She had helped her hopeless mum take care of Lydia and Kitty after all. She remembered looking down at a puce face, contorted from screaming. She remembered feeling hopeless and tried to rock them gently. That never worked.
You have to sing to them to calm them down.
Sing and coo like a dove. Lizzie remembered her dad laughing at her for doing so, but she had merely chucked a pillow at his face.
Finally the bus arrived at Manhattan Mall, and Lizzie nearly ran off. She was late, and she needed to find Charlotte. It was already 10:24. It wasn't as bad as Lizzie had thought – but, she was still late.
Lizzie called Charlotte again.
"Hey Charlotte? It's me again. Where are you?"
"Lizzie, you're finally here! Wait, I'll just go meet you. Don't move, 'kay?"
And Charlotte hung up. Did she know which bus stop Lizzie was at? Hopefully Charlotte did.
Lizzie needn't have worried, though, because two minutes later Charlotte came bounding up to Lizzie to give her a big hug.
"Lizzie! You're finally here!" Charlotte exclaimed.
"I'm sorry for being late, Charlotte."
"Nah, it's okay. You're not that late anyway."
Charlotte dragged Lizzie into the Mall and forced her into several dresses that had caught Charlotte's eye in the twenty minutes that Lizzie had not been there. She was obviously an experienced shopper. Much more experienced than Lizzie, it seemed, despite how much Lizzie loved to shop.
Lizzie lost track of how many times she went in and out of the dressing room. It always ended with Charlotte eyeing Lizzie critically, and then shaking her head.
"No, it's too long."
"No, it's too flowery."
"No, it doesn't flatter your waist enough."
The number of objections was endless. After an hour and a half of looking, Lizzie doubted that she was ever going to find a dress. Some of the dresses were extremely pretty. Lizzie had especially liked a red, strapless satin cocktail dress with a flounce on one side. But that, apparently, had clashed with her eyes.
"Red doesn't go with hazel eyes, Lizzie. And it doesn't accentuate your curves enough." That was the verdict.
"Oh Charlotte, how long will this take?" asked Lizzie.
"Until we find the right dress."
Lizzie groaned. Who knew how long that would take?
"Lizzie, go try this one."
Charlotte held up a gorgeous turquoise dress of chiffon. It had spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline, with a bodice of alternating beading and ruching. There was a ruffled high low hem to the dress. It almost glowed, and Lizzie loved it instantly. But it wasn't her decision to buy it or not. That was Charlotte's choice.
"Ta-da!"
Lizzie posed for Charlotte. Charlotte merely laughed, and told Lizzie to stay still.
"I need to look at it properly, Lizzie!" she scowled.
Lizzie froze, and let Charlotte examine her for two minutes.
"It's not half bad."
"Are you kidding? It's gorgeous."
Charlotte tutted, and told Lizzie to be quiet. And then she held up another dress – this time aquamarine. Lizzie groaned.
"What? I like this one…"
"None of that! Try this one out."
It was a strapless dress of satin, with floral patterns on the bust and bodice and an uneven hem that reached her knees. It looked simpler than the one before, but it had an elegant quality to it that Lizzie found herself liking.
"So? How do I look?" asked Lizzie impatiently.
Charlotte smiled this time, and Lizzie hoped that it was the one.
"It's beautiful, Lizzie! Just as if it was made for you. Oh, look how it brings out the green in your eyes! And my, won't the men be all over you!"
Lizzie rolled her eyes. That was the last thing she wanted. But it wouldn't do to go in a paper sack, right?
"Now it's your turn, Charlotte!"
Charlotte shook her head. Lizzie frowned. What? Lizzie had looked forward to torturing Charlotte the way she had been tortured. It had taken one hour and fifty minutes! But Charlotte was shaking her head emphatically.
"I've already got mine." laughed Charlotte, holding up a rose pink strapless dress with a simple satin bow at the back.
Lizzie stared at it in shock. That wasn't fair! She had gone through all the torture knowing that she probably could do the same to Charlotte. But Charlotte had outsmarted her, it seemed.
"Charlotte!" Lizzie whined, "That's not fair!"
"Life's not fair, Lizzie. Didn't anybody tell you that?"
Lizzie pouted, but then remembered something.
"I've heard that somewhere, I think. Come on Charlotte, we still need to buy shoes and jewelry."
Charlotte's gleeful face immediately dropped.
"Damn it, I knew I forgot something." she muttered.
Lizzie laughed, and made sure she dragged Charlotte through all the pain she had gone through. It took another hour before Lizzie and Charlotte bought their shoes and jewelry. It was a good day's shopping. But Lizzie felt like she was ready to drop dead.
"Lizzie, why don't we have lunch?" asked Charlotte, whose stomach was growling.
"I think that's a smart idea."
Lizzie couldn't help but smile. This was the first time in six years that she went shopping with a friend. She had almost forgotten the joy of it. Laughing and joking with Charlotte was something which Lizzie had dearly missed over the past few years.
"Reckon we can call this outing a success?"
"Definitely!" laughed Lizzie.
Both Charlotte and Lizzie had bought their dress, shoes and matching jewelry. What more could they have wanted?
"Anyway, I'm pooped. And hungry. I think I'll eat just about anything right now – maybe even fish. Euch, fish." said Charlotte.
"Don't like fish?"
"How can anyone like fish? Do you like fish?"
Lizzie raised a brow.
"How can anyone hate fish?" she laughed.
"Lizzie, you are disgusting! Think about it! They're slimy, slippery, and they taste…fishy."
Lizzie and Charlotte burst into laughter.
"Charlotte, maybe that's because they're fish!" managed Lizzie after trying and failing several times.
"I still don't like them."
The waiter came with their food and looked at them strangely.
"Look what you've done now, Charlotte. The waiter thinks we're crazy now!" scolded Lizzie.
"Aren't we? Anyways, who cares what the waiter thinks? Unless that waiter's cute…"
"Well I don't know! I was too busy laughing."
And they collapsed into laughter again, until the tantalizing smell of food reminded them of how hungry they were. It was, after all, two o'clock.
"Lizzie, you'll be so very pretty at the ball." murmured Charlotte dreamily.
"You'll be prettier, Charlotte."
"Nonsense! I don't pretend to be prettier than you, Lizzie. Face it; I'm thirty - nearly thirty-one. I'm not so young anymore. Men would even say that I'm past my prime."
There was a sad tone in Charlotte's voice, one that Lizzie had never heard before. Lizzie didn't like it.
"Charlotte, don't say that. You're young, and beautiful. I dare any man to say you're past your prime, because they would be answering to me." said Lizzie firmly.
Charlotte smiled.
"Thanks Lizzie. You're a great friend, you know? I knew you were my type from the first moment I saw you."
"I thought it was when Larry was talking about me."
"Well, you can't really trust Larry."
Lizzie laughed, but Charlotte didn't. She merely smiled.
"Come on, Charlotte. Cheer up! You can't have this bothering you all the time."
"Oh, I know. So...what did Mr Darcy want from you?"
Lizzie froze. Then she choked on the piece of pasta she was chewing on.
"Lizzie? Are you alright?" asked Charlotte worriedly.
"I'm fine," gasped Lizzie, "Silly me for not chewing properly!"
Charlotte gazed at Lizzie, until Lizzie had to drop her eyes and look at her plate. Her plate wasn't a nice sight – sure, it tasted nice, but the mix of red sauce, pasta and swirls of yellow cheese didn't look at all appetizing. Lizzie felt her stomach flip.
"Lizzie, I'm not dumb." sighed Charlotte, "You always clam up when I ask about Mr Darcy. What is it, Lizzie?"
Lizzie bit her lip, and looked at Charlotte again. She had wanted to keep her history with Darcy under wraps, like she always did, but she had found it extremely hard to not tell Charlotte. There was a twinge of guilt that she couldn't trust in Charlotte. That twinge was now magnified a hundred times, making Lizzie feel horrible. Lizzie resolved that she could, and would, tell Charlotte.
"You don't have to tell me, I suppose. But-"
"No, I want to."
Lizzie was amazed at how strong her voice was. This was the right thing to do. Lizzie could feel it.
"I have a history with Mr Darcy. We went to the same primary school and high school. We weren't always friends, but in year eleven, something clicked. We went out. I even loved him. Or, at least I thought I did. But then he decided that one girlfriend wasn't enough.'" spat Lizzie distastefully.
"'Basketball captains and cheerleaders are supposed to be together,' apparently. That's why I was his girlfriend! Because of a blasted social expectation! And then he had walked out of the room without looking back once I told him that it was over. For a month, he didn't speak to me or even look at me. It was as if I didn't exist to him anymore. He started dating another girl a week after I'd told him we were through. And then he moved to California with his family. I thought I would never see him again. I was glad that I would never see him again."
Lizzie could feel tears gathering in her eyes. She was able to put on a brave face for everyone because she didn't talk about or even think about it as much as possible. But now that she was talking about it without barriers, it all came rushing back. It was like rubbing salt into a festering, unhealed wound.
"Oh Lizzie." whispered Charlotte, reaching over to grasp Lizzie's hand tightly.
"It's alright. I should really get over it, shouldn't I?" laughed Lizzie weakly, "This was nine years ago."
"No. He hurt you really badly. I can't believe you're not going after him with a machete! He would deserve that. So what happened in your little meeting?"
"He wants us to be acquaintances. I bitch slapped him when he tried to grab my arm."
Lizzie laughed dryly. She remembered his shocked face. Was it that bizarre for a person to slap the great Fitzwilliam Darcy?
"He deserves that. I can't believe you didn't do more, really."
Lizzie covered her eyes. She had wanted to. She had wanted to kick him and yell at him and call him all sorts of names. But she hadn't. Lizzie had seen him, standing so coolly with his back turned to her, and she'd realised that it wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it. Lizzie had already packaged the recent memories to be sent to the far reaches of her mind.
But she couldn't forget his dark blue eyes. They were so very similar, she realised.
"Lizzie, we won't talk about this anymore. But thanks for trusting in me."
Lizzie couldn't help but smile. Charlotte was very understanding. But all this was probably overwhelming her as well.
"I promise that I will tell you other things, Charlotte." Lizzie whispered, "I will tell you everything."
Charlotte's smile was warm and sincere. She gave Lizzie's hand a little squeeze.
"I'll be there when you need me, then." she said.
Lizzie could only nod. She felt sick. When she speared another piece of pasta she couldn't bring herself to eat it. She looked at Charlotte's empty plate and smiled wanly.
"I think I'm done."
"You sure?" asked Charlotte, worrying again.
"Yes. I'm really full."
Lizzie paid for her lunch and walked out of the restaurant in a half-daze. But she knew she couldn't act like that. Wouldn't her actions mean that Darcy had succeeded in making her feel uncomfortable and insecure once again? No, she couldn't let him win. Not this time. And so she bit her lip and pushed away the clouds of insecurity as best she could.
Her mobile beeped.
Lizzie, im boardin d plane now. i'll c u soon, k? – Luv, Jane.
It was short, badly spelt and probably grammatically incorrect, but Lizzie felt herself snap out of her daze immediately. Her sister was coming really soon, and that was something to look forward to. Jane was going to come her arrival seemed to make everything so much better. Because that's what Jane always did.
"Lizzie, what was it?" asked Charlotte.
Lizzie smiled, "It's Jane, my older sister. She's coming to New York! I'm going to go pick her up at LaGuardia at six."
"And aren't you excited!" remarked Charlotte good-naturedly.
"Definitely. Oh, I'm sure you and Jane would hit it off really well. Actually, why don't you come with me to pick her up?"
Charlotte noted Lizzie's sudden change in mood with relief. She hadn't liked the quiet, sullen Lizzie she had seen just a few minutes ago. But Charlotte was glad Lizzie had trusted her enough to tell her at least part of what was troubling her. Perhaps the other parts would come soon and fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.
"Sure, that would be great. But what are we going to do with the bags?"
Lizzie frowned. What were they going to do with the bags of clothes and jewelry? It would be too much of a hassle to take it to LaGuardia with them. And there was still another hour or so to go before Jane's plane arrived.
"Know what? Let's go back to my place. It's not too far away. And maybe you can just stay at my place tonight!"
"A sleepover? Why not!" replied Charlotte, smiling.
"That's decided, then! Come on, let's go."
The bus came quickly, to Lizzie's relief, and they made it back to Lizzie's apartment in a record time of fifteen minutes. Lizzie and Charlotte chatted the whole way; they were both excited about the Thanksgiving Ball. They had also been stared at for the whole bus ride, but they hadn't cared in the slightest.
"Well, here's my place. I know it's not much, but…"
"Lizzie, it's a nice place. What are you worrying about?"
Lizzie lifted her eyebrows. The apartment block was nothing compared to all the other plush apartments in Manhattan. It was grey, dull, and old-looking. Lizzie had had to put up with it for the half year she had lived there for. She could hardly believe it, but she had started to call it home. It probably would be – at least for another year or two until she earned enough to afford a better one.
"Let's just go in."
The door, however, was flung open before Lizzie could reach it. Howard Collins glared at Lizzie from the other side.
"Miss Bennet." he said coolly.
Lizzie grimaced. Was he going to take everything out on her now? Surely he would have gotten over it after a month? It didn't seem like it, though. His eyes were stoically averted, and he was frowning. Lizzie took in a breath, ready to push past him.
"Lizzie, who is this person?" muttered Charlotte.
"Oh, it's Mr Collins, my landlord."
Mr Collins noticed Charlotte standing behind Lizzie, and his eyes immediately lighted up. Lizzie's grimace deepened. If he was going to make a move on Charlotte, Lizzie was going to snap. Big time.
"Eliza, you must introduce me to the beautiful lady standing behind you."
Lizzie muttered an "ugh!" and looked at Charlotte in apology. What was the best course of action? She should probably just ignore him and make her way to her apartment. That is, stick with the first plan. But he looked like an eager puppy, and Lizzie felt bad for the incident last week.
"This is Charlotte, my friend from work." she said unwillingly, "She's a solicitor."
Mr Collins smiled widely and pressed a kiss onto Charlotte's hand. Lizzie inwardly gagged, and looked at Charlotte's expression. There were signs of mild disgust, Lizzie thought, but they were very well concealed. It almost looked like Charlotte didn't mind. But that couldn't be right, since no woman in her right mind would ever find a man like Howard Collins to be attractive in any way.
Lizzie silently watched in astonishment when she saw that Charlotte was coping extremely well. She even managed a small smile, and she blushed – though that was probably because of embarrassment. Mr Collins, of course, took it the other way.
"Why, my dear lady, you look most ravishing when you blush. You are very much like a rose blooming right before my eyes."
Charlotte lifted her eyebrows. Well, that was a standard reaction. Who wouldn't be confused and disgusted by the overly extravagant compliments?
"My dear, it is common for young ladies such as yourself to be rendered speechless by my charm. But don't be. Speak to me, fair maiden, for I am sure that your voice is as appealing as your appearance."
Lizzie had half a mind to drag Charlotte away that very moment. But Mr Collins was still clinging onto Charlotte's arm, so Lizzie decided to be patient, and wait until it was over. If she was lucky, it would be over soon. But she had a feeling she wouldn't be.
"Your name is Howard Collins?" asked Charlotte coolly.
Mr Collins quickly removed his hand from Charlotte's. He looked nervous; he took out his handkerchief and dabbed it on his forehead. Perhaps he was thinking about how Lizzie had reacted. The thought made Lizzie smirk. No, she wasn't proud of what she had done, but the effect that she had on Mr Collins was rather entertaining.
"Yes. Has Eliza been telling you much about me?"
Charlotte hid a smile.
"Some bits and pieces. All very flattering, I assure you."
Mr Collins darted a look at Lizzie, who was looking at the exchange with an amused expression now.
"Miss Bennet is a most interesting character. But sometimes, she is not always correct…"
"She said it was all very flattering, Mr Collins." interrupted Lizzie. She didn't care if it was rude. The gushing was just too much for her.
"Of course. My, it's already three-thirty! I must be going. I have a meeting with some prominent persons in the city."
He smiled at Charlotte, squinted at Lizzie and walked away.
Lizzie chortled.
"Isn't he precious, Charlotte?"
Charlotte watched him go thoughtfully.
"Yes, I suppose. What a queer man! You were right, Lizzie."
"I always am."
Charlotte smacked Lizzie lightly on the shoulder.
"Come on, we're going to be late if we don't hurry." said Charlotte.
Lizzie smiled. It was just like Charlotte to take control.
"Yes ma'am."
"First one ready wins!" called Charlotte, racing up the stairs.
"You're on!"
Lizzie ran after Charlotte, trying not to destroy her dress and shoes in the process. The rest was a whirlwind, but it ended with Lizzie and Charlotte collapsed on the couch, laughing. They hadn't been too loud, at least, or else Lizzie would have had another audience gathered around her door.
"Hurry up, we'll have to catch a cab." said Charlotte when they stopped laughing.
Lizzie grimaced. She hated cabs – they were smelly, stinky, and rather slow. But right now, she didn't really have a choice, seeing as how it was only fifty minutes before the plane was going to arrive.
They decided to go in a cab, which turned out to be just as bad as Lizzie had thought it would be. She never wanted to go on a cab again.
"Charlotte, I feel sick." she groaned, flopping onto a dull blue airport seat.
Charlotte glared at Lizzie, and sat down heavily next to her.
"If you throw up, I'm going to kill you." growled Charlotte darkly.
Exhaustion seemed to roll over Lizzie like a thick blanket. She didn't even get to reply to Charlotte's threat before she sighed, closed her eyes and let darkness engulf her.
Soft lips.
Thick, smooth hair.
I love you, I need you…
"Lizzie?"
Lizzie groggily opened her eyes and looked blearily around her. Her eyes finally focused on a human shape standing next to her. The shape gained a head, eyes and long, honey colored hair. Lizzie's brain slowly processed the information, linking the pictures together until she was thinking at reasonable speed.
"Jane?" she mumbled.
Jane smiled, and leaned down to hug Lizzie around the shoulders affectionately.
"Yes, it's me. How did you fall asleep at the airport?"
Lizzie yawned, and stretched out her arms. The fuzzy feeling still clung to her limbs, so she stood up and gave Jane a hug. It didn't seem to help.
"Oh, we had a traumatic experience in the cab." Lizzie explained sleepily.
Jane looked at Lizzie.
"We?"
Lizzie finally gained enough consciousness to look around her properly and understand what was happening.
"Charlotte came with me to pick you up. She was sitting next to me…"
She wasn't there. Lizzie blinked in confusion. Where was she?
"Lizzie, you're finally awake!"
Lizzie spun around to see her strawberry blonde friend standing behind her, a hairbrush in hand. Where had she gotten that? Well, Charlotte was super organised and ready for every single possibility. Was falling asleep at an airport and getting her hair messed up a possibility she had considered, though? Probably, knowing Charlotte.
"Charlotte, this is Jane, my sister." introduced Lizzie.
"Really, I don't see the family resemblance." said Charlotte, smiling, "How can such a devil of a person have an angel for a sister?"
Jane laughed mildly when Lizzie spluttered and stared at Charlotte in outrage. And she was her friend!
"I can see you two will get along very well." remarked Lizzie tartly.
"Oh Lizzie, always the sensitive one." smiled Jane.
Lizzie sniffed disdainfully, before joining in with Charlotte's peals of laughter. Lizzie hugged Jane tightly and then insisted on dragging Jane's oversized luggage.
"I'm so glad you're here, Jane." said Lizzie happily.
Jane awkwardly brushed away some strands of hair from her face.
"I'm glad as well."
Was it just her, or did Jane look slightly troubled? Lizzie quickly brushed the thought away. She was thinking too much.
Jane was here. And that was all that mattered.
What did you think? The plot gets thicker, doesn't it? Anyone know what Lizzie's little secret is now? =]
Anyway, I was thinking - what should happen at the Thanksgiving Ball? Give me your ideas and REVIEW! First few reviewers will most likely get their ideas written into the Ball.
So, happy reviewing and idea-giving!