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"So, you lost your pants and shirt?" Jane looked at Elizabeth with disbelief, but Elizabeth had not noticed. She was too busy looking through her closet.
"Uh. . . yeah." She ducked into one of her drawers. "I found my shirt under the covers when I made the bed." She chuckled. "I guess it happened while I was asleep."
Jane laughed. "It must've been unpleasant learning the truth that way."
"All this time I thought you helped me into my pajamas and nightgowns." Elizabeth sighed. "I can't trust myself."
Jane walked over to Elizabeth and rested her hand on her shoulder. "It's alright. I'm sure in time, William will grow to tolerate it."
"Jane!" Elizabeth turned a crimson color and returned her attention to her closet. Then she admitted, "He gave me some of his clothes to wear."
Jane made a spot for herself on Elizabeth's bed. "Really? What did you do?"
Elizabeth turned around and had a silly grin on her face. "I wore them. It was. . . nice." She bit her lower lip. "I think he liked it too."
"That's a good sign."
"Why?"
"Well, generally men don't like it when a woman wears their clothes, unless, of course, they like that woman."
"How do you know?"
"Charles keeps trying to return a sweater that Caroline had borrowed from William, but he insists that she keep it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Charles has tried to return it at least five times."
Elizabeth threw her head back and laughed.
"So. . ." Jane gave Elizabeth a knowing look. "I couldn't help noticing that you got back two hours after you called."
"Two hours?" A shameless smile spread across her face.
Jane nudged Elizabeth lightly on the arm. "Yes. Now spill."
Elizabeth sighed and fell back on her bed. "Remember that dream I had about kissing William?"
"Uh-huh."
"It turns out it wasn't a dream."
Jane blinked several times. "What do you mean?"
Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows and related the whole story to Jane and how William had showed her what had happened.
"You fell asleep?"
"It was very late."
"But, I'm sure you didn't mind the reenactment too much."
"No, I didn't mind at all." Elizabeth grinned.
"And it took two hours for William to reenact this kiss?"
Elizabeth blushed. "No." She collected herself before she continued, "When we established that we already had our obligatory kiss, we agreed to. . . partake in a few. . . gratuitous kisses."
Jane giggled. "Well, I'm glad you two were able to straighten that out. It's very important to know which kiss has been given and which still need to be given."
Elizabeth laughed. "Of course!"
The two sisters continued with their easy banter. Jane was pleased to see a noticeable difference in Elizabeth's manners and the way she carried herself. Elizabeth's eyes illuminated her face and although she always had a lively disposition, her liveliness was tempered with a touch of serenity.
"Jane, do you know anything about Georgiana?" Elizabeth's tone was more serious than she had intended.
Jane thought for a moment. "I can't say that I do. Whenever, I've heard William talk about her, it's always very positive and it's obvious how much he cares for her."
"I get that feeling too. She's young, about the same age as Kitty." Elizabeth looked down at her hands folded on her lap.
"You're not worried about meeting Georgiana, are you?"
"Well . . . I want to make a good impression. . . I also have a feeling that William is eager for us to meet and . . . I just hope I don't disappoint either of them." Elizabeth fidgeted with her fingers.
Jane gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."
"Well, we'll see."
Jane decided to not to dwell on the matter. "What are you going to wear tonight?"
"I can't decide between pants or a skirt." Elizabeth went over to her closet and pulled out a pair of black slacks and a dark denim skirt that fell right below the knee.
"The skirt. Definitely." Jane got up to look through the closet for a top.
"Really? You don't think the skirt is too. . . provocative?" Elizabeth held the skirt over her.
Jane laughed. "Of course not! If it was half way up your thighs than I'd ask you to reconsider." Jane held up a three quarter inch sleeve charcoal gray shirt up against Elizabeth with her skirt. "It's just the right length. It's not too showy, but it'll also give William something to think about."
"Jane!" Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn. "I'm trying to make a good impression on William's sister. I don't want her to get the wrong idea about me."
Jane sighed. "Elizabeth." Jane took the ensemble and laid them out on Elizabeth's bed. "You have nothing to worry about."
Elizabeth looked at the ensemble draped on her bed. She shook her head. "I know. I know." Elizabeth searched her closet again, and this time pulled out a pair of black open toed, low heal sandals. "You're right, Jane." Then she reached in and pulled out a matching denim jacket. "I don't like making a big deal out of things, but. . ."she thought for a moment, "This is kind of a big deal."
"You'll be fine."
"I know." Both sisters looked at each other for a moment and then the phone rang. Jane left to answer the phone while Elizabeth stood at the doorway to figure out who was calling.
"Oh, hi Charles! Did your sisters arrive at the airport on time?"
Elizabeth retreated back into her room and shut the door. She walked to her bed and then sat next to her outfit. Elizabeth, nervous about meeting Georgiana, also wanted to make a good impression.
However, these thoughts were only minor compared to the thoughts about how her relationship with William had become more intimate. Her body grew warmer as memories of the afternoon with William flashed in her mind. She could still smell his scent on her clothes and every time she closed her eyes, his lips still lingered on hers. She had never been so consumed by another person before. It was all so exciting, but terrifying at the same time.
William only indulged in several warm kisses, but Elizabeth knew that if William wanted more, she did not think she had the will to refuse him, and that scared her. Elizabeth looked at her outfit again. Jane's words ran through her mind. It's just the right length. It's not too showy, but it'll also give William something to think about. She let out a deep breath. Do I want to give William something to think about? Her answer caused a slow mischievous smile to appear on her lips. Well, maybe a little.
"Is there anything else you need, William?" Georgiana poked her head inside the kitchen.
"No, just the fresh raspberries." William had a mound of white flour in front of him.
Georgiana looked at her brother with concern. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
Before William could answer, Anne came up to Georgiana's side. "Elizabeth's supposed to be helping him." She said with a knowing smile.
"Oh." Georgiana grinned at her brother. "Well, we should get going." Then an idea popped in her head. "Anne has a few things to pick-up, so I hope you don't need those raspberries right away." Anne was about to say something, but felt Georgiana's elbow in her side.
"No. I don't need them right away." William hid his amusement.
"Good. C'mon, Anne."
After a few moments of hushed talking and rambling about the living room, William heard the door shut. His shoulders dropped and he let out his breath. I hope everything goes well.
After a few minutes, William heard the door bell ring. Anne probably forgot something. William strode out of the kitchen and opened the front door.
"What did you forget-" He stopped when he saw that it was Elizabeth at the door.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry, I thought you were Anne." He caught his breath when Elizabeth flashed him a brilliant smile.
"It's alright." Elizabeth looked around. "Were they just here?"
"Uh . . . yeah, but they were nice enough to run out to the store and get something I needed for dessert." William stood aside to make way for Elizabeth to pass through.
Elizabeth walked in, looking around the house. "So we're alone."
William could not take his eyes off Elizabeth's bare legs. "Uh-huh."
She took off her jacket and put it down on the couch with her purse. A faint smell drifted in from the kitchen. She turned around to face William.
"Is something burning?"
It took William a moment to realize she was talking about the food.
"Oh. Right." He darted towards the kitchen.
Elizabeth followed William into the kitchen, her eyes admiring his form. She had grown fond of seeing William in jeans, and he also wore a snug black t-shirt and hush puppies. She hid her amusement at the other piece of his outfit, a red apron hanging from his neck that was tied in the back. If someone had told her a week ago that she would be making dinner with the handsome CEO of D&D Publishers, she would have been quick to discount such an idea. But, here she was in his kitchen, standing next to him, helping him make dinner for his cousin and sister.
Elizabeth shook her head to focus on the present. "What can I do to help?"
William looked around the kitchen. "You can cut up the romaine lettuce for the salad." He turned around to the knife block and pulled out a sleek chopping knife. He set it down next to the lettuce. Elizabeth moved to pick it up, but William stopped her. "Wait. You need an apron."
"Oh, I'll be fine."
Before she could protest any further, William lowered a blue apron around her neck.
"I don't want your clothes to get dirty."
Elizabeth lifted her hair from under the apron neck. He caught his breath when the sweet smell of her hair reached his nose.
"Thank you." She felt the nape of her neck burn. William stood directly behind her.
William blinked several times. "Uh . . . you're welcome." He proceeded to tie the apron strings, but there was a problem.
"The apron strings are a bit long."
Elizabeth steadied her breath as William's arms came around her to wrap the strings around her waist. Then he tied the apron strings behind her.
In a low voice, he said, "That's better."
The side of Elizabeth's face was turned towards William. She felt his breath on her neck and his fingertips rested on her hips. She swallowed hard.
"Should I cut the lettuce now?"
William nuzzled her temple with first his nose, then his lips.
"Alright."
Elizabeth tried to control her breathing.
"I'd like to wash my hands first."
After a few moments, Elizabeth's words sunk in and William stepped aside to let Elizabeth pass to the kitchen sink. He returned his attention to the mound of flour on the counter. He scolded himself. She's not in the house for even ten minutes and you're already. . . focus. Just focus. He dug a well in the mound of flour and then cracked two eggs into it.
Elizabeth dried her hands on a dish towel, walked over, and stood next to him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making pasta." With great deftness, he mixed the ingredients together.
Elizabeth picked up the knife and lettuce head. "Is there a particular way you want me to cut this?"
"Cut off about two inches from the top and bottom. We don't want those parts." After a moment of mixing, the flour mixture turned into a dough like material. "Then you can slice the leaves and put them into the salad spinner."
Elizabeth nodded her understanding and followed William's directions. When she put the chopped lettuce in the spinner, she watched William run the dough through a device that made it into a flat and smooth strip that was about an inch wide.
"What should I do next?"
Without looking up, he said, "Can you add the lettuce that's been already cut up and rinse them also?"
Elizabeth took a medium sized bowl from the center of the counter. It had an assortment of green, red, stringy, and leafy lettuce. Her forehead wrinkled.
"It gives the salad a bit of character." He smiled as he scooped small marbled mounds of filling on to the pasta. He made a special effort to space out the mounds, so that they were not too close together.
After Elizabeth rinsed and dried the salad, she set down the greens on the counter.
"Oh! You're making raviolis."
William folded the strip over the mounds of filling.
"Yes." He pressed down on the sides to seal in the filling. Then he took a knife and carefully sliced the strips, so that each mound became a separate square. When he cut two, he took a fork and proceeded to press the fork down on the sides to create a ribbed impression on the dough.
"This is my second time making this. I hope it comes out better than the first."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Elizabeth continued to watch William in amazement. "I can do that while you make more."
William handed her the fork. "Thank you."
They worked in silence. It was as if they had always made dinner together.
After a few moments, Elizabeth broke the silence by asking questions about the filling and the salad. William, pleased that Elizabeth showed an interest in what he was cooking, explained what he had planned for dinner.
Then Elizabeth asked, "What did Georgiana and Anne run out to get for dinner? It sounds like you've got everything planned."
The tops of William's ears burned. "Oh . . .well . . .I suppose I didn't really need it, but it'll go with dessert anyway." William finished slicing the last of the raviolis.
"What do you have planned for dessert?" Elizabeth continued making impressions onto the raviolis.
William set down his knife. "I'm glad you asked because I should get it in the oven as soon as possible."
He walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. He searched for a moment before pulling out a metal mixing bowl that had cellophane wrap on the top. After he shut the door, he walked next to Elizabeth and placed the bowl on the counter and removed the wrap from the bowl.
Elizabeth looked up from her work and snuck a glance into the bowl.
"Chocolate?"
William nodded with a small smile on his lips. "It's going to be a tart."
He dipped his finger in the batter and tasted it. "I got the recipe from our housekeeper back home." He pushed the bowl towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth hesitated at first. William encouraged her by moving towards her, so she stepped closer to him and dipped her finger in the bowl. William's temperature rose when he saw Elizabeth lick her lips to get the rest of the chocolate batter left at the corner of her mouth.
"It's very good."
William continued watching Elizabeth. The only words running through his mind were good and lips.
When William did not respond, Elizabeth asked with genuine concern, "What's the matter?"
The words brought William out of his daze and he rubbed his neck.
"Oh . . . uh . . . nothing."
When William's hand dropped to his side, Elizabeth smiled in amusement.
"What's so funny?"
She blushed. "Nothing. It's just that. . ."
"What?" William rubbed his neck again.
This time Elizabeth chuckled. "Well, you just. . ." She pointed at her neck.
William touched his neck on the same spot. Only this made Elizabeth laugh again. She walked closer to him.
"You've rubbed some flour onto your neck." She handed William a towel to clean himself off.
He rubbed the towel on his neck, making sure to wipe it all off as best as he could. When he thought he got it all, he asked, "Is it gone?"
"Let me see." William turned his face to show Elizabeth.
"Almost." She reached up and rubbed the flour off a spot he missed behind his ear with her thumb. She became aware of William's heavy breathing and stopped, but did not remove her fingers from his skin.
"It's all gone now."
Before she could take her hand away, William placed his own hand over hers. He held her hand close to his face and kissed her palm.
"Thank you."
Elizabeth was lost in his ardent gaze and hoped that he could not feel her body growing warmer.
William placed her hand on his shoulder, and drew her to him with his other hand on the small of her back. He leaned in towards her and said, "I've been wanting to do this ever since you walked in."
And before Elizabeth could ask anything, William's lips were on hers.
After a few moments, William pulled away and stroked her face.
Elizabeth smiled. "Why didn't you?"
"I didn't want to scare you off."
"I thought I told you I don't scare easily."
"Oh, that's right." William laughed before he kissed her again.
When their kiss ended, their cheeks still touched. Elizabeth said, "We should probably get back to making dinner."
"Yes, we should." William whispered back and then he grazed the apple of her cheek with his lips.
Distracted by William's hand moving up her back, Elizabeth asked with great effort, "And aren't . . . Anne and Georgiana. . . returning soon?"
"Yes, they are." His words were muffled because his lips had found their way on an alluring spot behind Elizabeth's ear.
She did not notice the dish towel she had handed William falling to the floor next to her feet. Elizabeth felt William's arms tightening around her, bringing her closer to him.
"This probably. . . wouldn't make a. . . good first impression."
"Probably not." He kissed her, breathing her in.
Voices emanating from the living room caused the couple to cease their intimate activities. William released his hold on Elizabeth, but not before he stole one last kiss. Then he returned his attention to the dessert.
Stunned by William's daring act, she managed to mutter, "Incorrigible."
"Anne, we could've stayed out a little longer."
"Yes, but I was getting tired of standing on the steps. I bet we looked really lame."
Anne and Georgiana stopped their conversation immediately when they saw that William was not alone.
"Oh." Georgiana's cheeks turned a bright crimson. Anne's mouth was agape.
Then, all three ladies looked at William.
He cleared his throat. "Do you have the raspberries?"
Anne pushed Georgiana forward.
"Oh, yes. Here they are." Georgiana held up a small brown paper bag and walked forward while at the same time glancing at Elizabeth.
William took the bag from Georgiana and directed her towards Elizabeth.
"Georgiana, this is Elizabeth Bennet." Elizabeth came around from behind the counter to shake her hand. "Elizabeth, this is my sister, Georgiana."
"It's nice to meet you." Elizabeth's greeting was accompanied with a friendly smile.
Georgiana returned the greeting. "Nice to meet you too."
Anne cleared her throat.
William rolled his eyes. "Oh, and you know Anne."
Anne made her way to Elizabeth. "It's so nice to finally meet you."
"Like wise." They shook hands.
An awkward silence occupied the room for a moment.
Georgiana spoke up. "William told me you're a teacher."
Elizabeth glanced at William who had returned his attention to the raspberries. "Yes, I've been teaching for three years."
Elizabeth and Georgiana fell into conversation about teaching. Georgiana had many questions about the profession and Elizabeth was pleased in her interest and happy to answer her questions. The two ladies talked while Elizabeth worked on the raviolis.
Anne made her way towards William. After William placed a pan in the oven, he shut the door, and stirred something in a pot on the stove. When Anne was sure that she was out of hearing distance of the other ladies, she said,
"Very nice, William."
He hesitated before saying, "Thank you."
"Really? You're kidding!" Elizabeth laughed.
"No! I'm serious. After he devoured all of my Easter candy, he preyed on Georgie's, and she was just a toddler at the time."
"I can still remember Richard coming at me with chocolate covered on his hands and face." Georgiana shuddered.
Anne chuckled. "Yes, well, Richard was. . . how should I put it . . . a little on the heavy side as a child."
Elizabeth raised her napkin to her face to her hide her amusement.
"He's grown out of it though." Georgiana said in earnest.
"Indeed." Anne took a sip of her wine.
"But, it was William who appeased the chocolate tyrant."
"Oh, that's right! William was ten years old. He was in his," Anne cleared her throat, "his lavender Easter suit reasoning with Richard to take his candy and leave Georgiana's candy alone."
William who had been enjoying the charming scene of the three important ladies in his life talking with no awkwardness became aware that they were all staring at him with knowing smiles. He shifted in his seat and reached for his wine glass and turned it in circles on the table.
Without looking up, he said, "Richard is not to be underestimated when it comes to chocolate."
Anne and Georgiana burst out laughing. Elizabeth, surprised by their outburst, looked at William, who was now looking at her with a small smile on his lips which caused her to laugh. She realized that she still had so much to learn about William's playful side.
"Well, I hope Richard has improved since then." Elizabeth's eyes sparkled as she looked at Georgiana and Anne.
"Slightly." Anne smirked.
Elizabeth laughed. "Well, I think I should reserve judgment on him until I can meet him."
Georgiana's face brightened. "You'll get to meet him when you come to my birthday party."
William shifted in his seat and Elizabeth looked down at her empty plate.
Anne and Georgiana looked at each person.
Georgiana asked Elizabeth, "You are coming, aren't you?"
"Oh, well . . ." Elizabeth played with the napkin on her lap.
Anne shot an accusing look at William. "Has someone not asked you, yet?"
"William? Is this true?" Georgiana looked at her brother with astonishment.
"I-I was-" William ran his hand through his hair.
"It's alright. Please don't make a big deal about it." Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn.
"No!" They all said in unison which made Elizabeth jump in her seat.
After a few minutes, Georgiana mustered up her courage. "Elizabeth, it would make me very happy if you would be my guest." She managed to finish with a warm smile.
"That's so generous of you, Georgiana. I'd be honored to be one of your guests."
"And since Charles is invited, I'm sure he'll bring Jane." Anne smiled at Elizabeth, but then shot a quick reproachful look at William who grimaced.
"And I'm sure there will be plenty of other guests who would be eager to escort you." Georgiana said with a touch of admonishment, no doubt directed at William.
Elizabeth saw William sink lower into his seat.
"So, when is this party?"
"Oh, it'll be in two weeks." Georgiana was eager to share anything about her party.
"It'll be a grand affair!" Anne sat at the edge of her seat. "We're celebrating Georgie's eighteenth birthday."
"All the men will be required to wear a tux. And we're going to have a swing band." Georgiana's features brightened with excitement. "I think I also found my ball gown when we're up in LA yesterday."
William's eyebrow shot up, but before he could say anything Anne added, "It's similar to a coming out ball."
"Oh." Elizabeth realized that this was not any ordinary party. "Jane and I will have to go shopping for gowns."
"I'm sure you'll look lovely." It was the first words uttered by William since the beginning of the conversation between Anne, Georgiana, and Elizabeth. The admiration in his eyes was apparent while he gazed at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had a hard time meeting William's eyes.
"Thank you." She hoped they all did not notice how she blushed.
It was also the first time since the conversation began that Georgiana and Anne approved of William and granted him a smile.
Then Anne broke the enchanting silence between the couple. "Dinner was fantastic, William."
Georgiana added, "Yes! I didn't think Mrs. Reynold's classic chocolate tart recipe could ever be duplicated."
Anne nodded in agreement. "Since you and Elizabeth worked so hard making dinner, you have to let us clean up."
Georgiana had already gotten up and started clearing the table. "It's the least we could do."
Anne followed Georgiana's example. "You two just have a seat in the living room."
Before the couple could protest, Georgiana and Anne had already cleared most of the table. When they both headed into the kitchen, William leaned over to Elizabeth and asked, "Shall we?" He held out his hand.
Elizabeth nodded and took his hand and they made their way to the living room.
"I'm learning that Anne and Georgiana can be quite determined."
William cleared his throat. "Among other things."
Elizabeth tugged William's hand. "They're lovely."
They stood in the middle of the living room. "Most times."
"You're not upset because I'm going to Georgiana's party as her guest, are you?" Elizabeth teased.
William became preoccupied with the hardwood floor. "I still had a week to ask you."
"A week is not enough time for a woman to get ready for something like this."
William looked up at Elizabeth for a moment. "I'm sorry." He looked down at the floor again. "I hope you're not disappointed."
"Well, I might save one dance for you."
William's eyes shot up at Elizabeth. When he saw the familiar glint of amusement in her eyes, he took a step closer to her. "Just one?"
Elizabeth did not falter as he approached. "Georgiana did say that there would be plenty of other guests who would be happy to escort me. You're lucky you're even getting one dance."
William reached out for a strand of hair and rolled it between his fingers. "How can I earn the privilege of having more than one dance?"
Elizabeth could feel herself getting lost in his eyes, but recovered. "I'm sure it will involve some groveling and lots of begging."
William chuckled. "I'm not above that." He leaned in closer. "What else?"
Elizabeth steadied her breath. "You'll also have to prove in some way that your company would be desired more than anyone else's."
William's lips descended on to hers.
When he pulled away, Elizabeth was breathless. In a low voice, he asked, "Will you promise me more than one dance?"
It took a few moments before she answered, "Maybe." In a more playful tone she added, "Do you think I can be so easily convinced?"
William could not help grinning from ear to ear. "Of course not." But, before he could continue proving the desirability of his company, Anne's and Georgiana's voices carried through to the living room from the kitchen.
"Just a little longer."
"Georgie, we can't stay in here forever."
"Don't you want William to be happy?"
"Of course, but. . . Friends will be on soon."
"Sshhhh!"
Elizabeth and William laughed.
Elizabeth tucked some hair behind her ear. "I should get going."
William checked his watch. "Yes, I suppose. It is a school night."
Elizabeth laughed again. "I'll just go say good night to Anne and Georgiana." She left William standing in the middle of the living room. The next thing he heard were Georgiana's and Anne's voices expressing their disappointment that Elizabeth was leaving. After a few moments, the next thing he heard was all three women saying their goodbyes and how much they enjoyed meeting Elizabeth and that they looked forward to seeing her again in two weeks. Soon, Elizabeth came out of the kitchen with Anne and Georgiana at the doorway.
"Bye Elizabeth!"
"See you in two weeks!"
William held up Elizabeth's jacket for her to put on. She slid her arms into it and replied, "Bye Anne! Bye Georgiana! I'm looking forward to the ball." She giggled at the last part. When she had her jacket on, she picked up her purse, and made her way to the door.
William turned to the two ladies standing at the kitchen doorway. "I'll be back. I'm just going to walk Elizabeth to her car."
Before he returned to Elizabeth, he caught the knowing smiles of his beloved sister and cousin. He shook his head and chuckled at them and opened the door for Elizabeth.
When he shut the door, he looked at her for a moment which made Elizabeth feel shy. Sensing her uneasiness, he took her hand and lead her out the quaint courtyard. They walked in amiable silence towards Elizabeth's car.
When they reached her car, they stood next to it without saying anything.
After a few moments, William looked down at Elizabeth's hand in his. In a quiet voice, he said, "Thank you."
Elizabeth looked up at him in astonishment. "For what?"
"For this weekend." His eyes were trained on her.
"I had a good time too."
William made his way towards her. He leaned forward, but Elizabeth pulled back.
"I do plan to go home tonight." Elizabeth's eyes were playful, but her voice was serious.
"What kind of guy do you take me for?" Then with a daring smile, he added, "You don't think I'm that easy, do you?"
"Of course not." Elizabeth stifled her amusement. "Then nothing will be misunderstood by a simple good night kiss."
William shook his head in agreement. Elizabeth moved towards him and kissed him, but lingered a few moments before she pulled away.
William regarded her, disappointment evident in his eyes.
"How many good night kisses would it take to be misunderstood?"
Although he asked in earnest, Elizabeth could not resist the passionate implication of his question.
"I'm not sure."
"Maybe this is something else we need to establish."
Elizabeth felt as if the pressure in her chest would burst at any second. She managed to say, "We wouldn't want any misunderstandings."
"No, we wouldn't."
Elizabeth was mesmerized by the deepness of his dark eyes. He placed a hand on her hip and guided her closer to him. With his other hand, first, he caressed her cheek, then slid his fingers around her neck so that he could bring her lips to his. It was a fluid motion that Elizabeth did not have time to savor before he captivated her with a smoldering kiss.
This caused Elizabeth to move her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her. In return, William caressed the nape of Elizabeth's neck with his fingers. The seductive touch on Elizabeth's skin caused her to gasp. Anticipating Elizabeth's reaction, William pressed his lips onto hers, then covered her mouth.
Elizabeth surrendered to William's sweet, but fervent kiss. She pressed him closer to her, losing herself in his embrace. She felt William's firm grip tighten, not on her hips, but on the belt loops of her skirt, imitating Elizabeth's movement by bringing her closer to him.
After some time in each other's embrace, Elizabeth felt herself being pulled away from William by the belt loops of her skirt. Then William withdrew his mouth from hers. His lips brushed against hers as he spoke in a husky voice, "You said you were going home tonight, didn't you?"
Her senses were in a frenzy. It took some time before she said, "Yes."
William rested his forehead on Elizabeth's. "How many kisses were there?"
Elizabeth felt his unsteady breath on her lips. "Two."
"Two?" His surprise apparent.
Elizabeth could only nod in the affirmative as she tried to catch her breath.
When William felt the fire burning in him dwindle, in a subdued playful manner, he said, "I'm afraid I am that easy."
She laughed. "It's good to know these things before any misunderstandings occur."
He smiled in agreement. "Indeed." Then he kissed her forehead and released her from his warm embrace. Although she knew it was best that they stopped now, a part of her wished that they did not.
She searched her purse for her car keys. The ringing sound they made when she pulled them out of her purse was like a signal that it was definitely time for her to go home.
"May I call you tomorrow evening?"
"Yes."
This time when they said their goodbyes, they kissed each other on the cheek.
William watched as Elizabeth drove away and he could no longer see her car in the distance. He had not felt it before, but the evening was brisk and it bit into his skin for the first time since he had walked Elizabeth to her car. He knew that if he had felt the chill of the evening earlier, it probably would have helped him keep his feelings in better check.
He looked out again in the distance where Elizabeth's car had disappeared. He had never been consumed with such a fervent passion for someone else before. At first, the unsatiable desire to be with Elizabeth troubled him. Then when he was given a chance to express those feelings, and they were welcomed no less, all reason to govern his feelings left him.
A distant memory haunted his mind that reminded him of a time when he let his feelings run ungoverned. He could still hear the mild disgust in her voice. You expect too much, too soon. William tried to shake off the painful memory. Elizabeth is not like her.
When he entered the house, most of the lights were off and only the sound of the television in the den and Anne's and Georgiana's voices drifted in the air. He bid the ladies good night and retreated to his room. When he walked up the staircase, the spiteful words haunted him again. You expect too much, too soon. He tried to block out the words and concentrate on the wonderful weekend he spent in Elizabeth's company.
"William, are you very upset?" Georgiana's voice was timid over the phone.
William rested his elbows on his desk. The phone rested on his shoulder while he rubbed his forehead. "No. You can't do all this by yourself."
"I wouldn't have asked if I thought it absolutely necessary. When I got back this afternoon, there were tons of messages from the caterer, musicians, and the rental company, all asking millions of questions and I don't have the slightest clue how to answer them. Then it turns out that Mrs. Reynolds will be out the rest of the week taking care of her sister. . . And you know how dad is about things like this. . ."
"Georgie, it'll be alright. You won't be alone. I'll bring Anne with me too."
Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you." After a few moments, she asked, "How soon will you be here?"
"We'll try to catch the earliest flight tomorrow morning."
Georgiana did not speak for a while. "I'm sorry."
"Georgiana, there's no reason to apologize."
"But, I know how much you . . . you're having a wonderful time out there."
"Yes, but I would never abandon you especially when you need me."
"But, Elizabeth. . ."
William hesitated before he said, "She'll be there in two weeks."
"That's right." Georgiana briefed him on other details and arrangements before they said their good byes and hung up.
William set the phone down on his large mahogany desk and sank deeper into his plush leather chair. He wanted a few minutes to himself before he called Anne to let her know they were going back home. Then he would have to call his business contacts to let them know he would be back in Philadelphia for a couple weeks.
However, the phone call he dreaded most was to Elizabeth. Things had been going so well between them, but they had only known each other for a week. A week! It feels like so much more. William thought. He rubbed his chin. You expect too much, too soon. The voice haunted him again. He tried to block out the memory, but it invaded his mind without mercy.
"William, I believe I saw Isabella step out for a breath of fresh air." Caroline's voice did not have it's usual sharpness. In fact, one might say she actually sounded pleasant. William was too preoccupied to notice.
"Thank you, Caroline." He mumbled and walked towards the terrace outside of the ballroom. They were celebrating the one-hundred and fiftieth anniversary of D&D Publishers at his family's estate in Philadelphia.
When William stepped out onto the veranda, he let the cool evening breeze glide over him. It was refreshing after being in the ballroom filled with hundreds of people. The sky was clear which made it easy to see the stars and the moon cast a soft light on the endless countryside that was part of the estate.
An inexplicable feeling overcame him. William felt a strong ache to be with someone. His thoughts drifted to that particular person, but they were interrupted when he heard some hushed laughter come from one of the dark corners of the veranda. Feeling as if he were intruding on some private meeting, he turned to walk away. However, he stopped mid-stride when he heard his name.
"William doesn't know."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely." Then a familiar laugh filled the air. "I wouldn't be surprised if he was planning how he's going to propose to me at this very moment."
The familiar feminine laughter was echoed by a hearty masculine laughter. "You have him wrapped around your finger." Then the unmistakable sound of a kiss being bestowed on the lady was heard.
"It was actually not that hard to do." Another kiss was exchanged. "He was quite ready to fall in love."
The man let out an uncontrollable laugh. "Another conquest." This next kiss lasted longer. "What are you going to do with him?"
The lady let out a weary sigh. "I suppose if he asked me to marry him, I would."
"What?" Jealousy was evident in his voice.
The woman giggled. "How could I refuse all this?"
William had enough. "Isabella." His voice was hard and clear.
The couple jumped. After a few moments, they came out from under the willow branches that draped down on to the terrace.
William's eyes glowed with rage. However, his voice was calm. "George, I think you'd better leave."
George looked at Isabella. She whispered to him, "Wait for me out front." He nodded and strode out of the terrace, not daring to look at William.
He bore his eyes into her, making her squirm in her spot. "How long?"
She blinked at the force with which his question came at her. "Two weeks."
William turned to face the tranquil scene of the countryside. "So, you were seeing us both at the same time."
Isabella's lack of response was enough to confirm his suspicions.
"All this time, you felt nothing for me." He tried to stay calm, but there was an accusatory tone in his voice.
"How can anyone feel anything after a month?" She spat out.
William turned around. He opened his mouth, but shut it. In an even tone he said, "I suppose a woman such as yourself could hardly be expected to feel anything at all."
A light smirk appeared on Isabella's face. "I'm not as heartless as you think." William's eyes were dark. "I would've grown to love you."
"That's not good enough."
"Do you really think that you'll ever find someone who'll love you just for yourself?" Her tone was acidic.
William looked at her in utter disbelief. He could not believe that this was the same woman he thought he was falling in love with. He never felt so foolish in his life.
Isabella's voice softened. "After two weeks, it felt like you didn't have a life outside of me. I became your life and . . . I felt trapped."
"I thought you liked the attention." William's voice did not have the coldness from earlier.
"I . . . I . ." Isabella looked down. "You expect too much, too soon."
They stood in silence for sometime, taking in the full implications of the evening.
"Is everything alright?" Anne stood at the doorway. "William, your father is looking for you."
"Yes." William cleared his throat. "I was just saying good night to Ms. Thorpe." He turned to face her. "I hope you and Mr. Wickham are happy together."
All Isabella could manage to say was, "Thank you." With a bemused expression, she looked at William for a moment before she turned away and walked off the veranda.
Anne approached William. Before she could say anything, another voice sounded from the doorway.
"What's going on here? William, you must come back inside. You are sorely missed." Caroline eyed William with a possessive glare.
Anne turned to Caroline. "We're having a private meeting regarding some business."
Caroline's trill laughter pierced the air. "But, this is a party."
"Yeah, and this party doesn't include you." Anne put her hands on her hips.
Caroline forced another laugh and walked away muttering, "She's lucky she's related to him."
Anne retorted, "And you'll always wish you could be." Anne glared at Caroline's retreating figure before she returned her attention to William.
William hid his amusement. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." The amusement in Anne's eyes became serious. "Are you going to be OK?"
"Yeah."
Anne looked unconvinced.
"I'll be alright."
"Are you sure?"
William shrugged. "It could've been worse."
"True." Anne examined William.
He stood, looking through the doorway at all the people in the ballroom. "I thought women liked attention."
"They do." Anne stepped closer to her cousin. "Well, the nice ones do."
William chuckled. "Do you know any nice women?"
Anne, pleased his familiar playfulness had returned, said, "No, but as soon as I meet any, I'll send them your way."
He smiled, but it soon disappeared.
"Do you want to stay out her for a little while?"
William nodded.
"Alright."
Anne did not leave his side. When he was ready, he told her what had happened. Anne listened, allowing William to vent his frustrations. Later, they were joined by Richard who was sent to look for both of them and who soon became privy to what had happened. After some time, they returned to the party.
The dull ring of the telephone brought William out of his reverie. "Hello?"
"Will. It's Anne. I just talked to Georgie."
"Good."
Anne hesitated before she said, "I went ahead and booked a flight for us at 10 AM."
"Thank you."
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"I . . . I have some phone calls to make. . . I have to let Wilson know I won't be here for the next two weeks . . . in case he needs me to approve anything . . ."
"I can call Wilson."
"Alright." It was a few minutes before he spoke again. "I should also call Oliver in marketing. . ."
"I can do that too."
"Then there's. . ."
"I got it covered."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, you do pay me."
"Right." He chuckled. ". . . Uh . . . do you know where I can get some nice flowers?"
"Do you want me to have them sent somewhere?"
"No." William let out a steady breath. "I want to deliver them myself."
"Oh." Anne chose her words carefully. "That's very thoughtful of you."
"It's the least I could do."
"She'll love it."
"I hope so." Then he said, "I . . . I don't want to scare her off."
"I don't think flowers have that kind of effect on women." Anne waited for his response, but there was none. "You have nothing to worry about, William."
"I'll be gone for two weeks."
"Then she'll come over for Georgiana's party."
"Yes, but . . . a lot can happen in two weeks."
"Nothing will happen."
"I've only known Elizabeth for a week."
Anne recognized the doubt in his voice. "I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about."
"I just . . . I don't want to make the same mistake."
Anne hesitated. "Elizabeth is nothing like her."
"I know."
"You can't let what happened with her influence what you have with Elizabeth."
"What we have?"
"What might be."
William shook his head. "Things have been going so well with Elizabeth."
"William, things can still go well with Elizabeth." Please don't give up.
"Perhaps." He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I just want to do the right thing."
"Which is?"
William thought for a moment. "I want her to be happy."
Anne could not help smiling. "I'm sure you're having no trouble accomplishing that feat."
William took a deep breath. "We'll see."
Anne was not sure what to make out of William's behavior.
"Do you have the number for the florist?"
"Uh. . .yeah. Let me find it." Anne searched her address book. When she found it, she recited the number to William.
"Thanks, Anne. I'll call you in the morning before we have to leave for the airport."
Anne hung up the phone, unable to shake off the feeling something disastrous was imminent. William would not think twice about doing something for his sister. Georgiana only needed to ask once and it was done. However, the uncharacteristic somberness in William's behavior in regards to fulfilling his sister's wishes concerned Anne. She did not doubt that he cared for his sister and would do anything for her. Anne suspected that William was disappointed that he had to go away. However, the phone conversation impressed upon her that his feelings were much deeper. Anne sighed. Elizabeth is nothing like her. He knows that. Elizabeth would never hurt him by playing with his heart. Anne picked up the phone again. He's a big boy now. He can take care of himself.
After a few minutes of contemplation, she decided to make the phone calls she had told William she would make.
Elizabeth was in a frenzied state. When she got home from work, there was a phone message from William asking if it would be possible to see her later. Pleased with the prospect of seeing William that evening, Elizabeth called him back right away. However, when she had spoken to him, the seriousness of his voice surprised her. He told her that he had something to tell her and that he could only stay for a little while.
"Elizabeth." Jane stepped into her room. "Elizabeth. William's here."
Elizabeth snapped out of her daze and turned away from the mirror to look at Jane. "I'll be there in a minute."
Jane smiled and left Elizabeth's room. Elizabeth looked herself over one more time. She just had enough time to change out of her teacher's clothes and into jeans and a black baby t-shirt. She slipped on her house slippers and ventured out into the living room.
William forgot to breathe when he saw Elizabeth come out of her room, walking towards him.
She shoved a hand in her pocket. "Hi."
He took in his breath. "Hello." He held out a bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
"Daisies. . . these are my favorite. Thank you."
William's heart pounded at the dazzling smile Elizabeth flashed him. I'm not going to see that smile for two weeks. He straightened up a bit. Get a hold of yourself.
"You're welcome."
Elizabeth dipped her nose into the bouquet. She felt the familiar gaze on her while she admired the flowers. She felt like he was capturing her image for himself.
A small smile spread across William's lips when he observed Elizabeth's cheeks become flush. Then he realized that he had been staring.
"What did you have to tell me?" Elizabeth looked up at William. Her eyes searching his face for an answer.
"Oh. . ." He ran his hand through his hair. "I wanted to tell you. . ." Why is this so hard? "I wanted to tell you that I'm going back home."
The brightness in Elizabeth's features dimmed. "When?"
William swallowed hard. "Tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?"
Is she disappointed? William studied her features before he said, "Yes. Georgiana needs help planning her party. Our housekeeper will be out for the rest of the week and my father. . .well, he's never been one for planning social events."
The tenseness loosened up in Elizabeth's shoulders. "So, you're leaving to help your sister?"
William nodded. "Anne is coming with me to help too."
They stood in front of each other, contemplating what to say next.
"I should put these in water." Elizabeth turned to walk towards to the kitchen. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Uh. . . no." He followed her. "Actually, I really can't stay long. I have to get packing. . ." He admired Elizabeth's form while she reached for a vase on one of the higher shelves in the cupboard. "May I get that for you?"
Elizabeth carefully took hold of the tall glass cylinder vase and placed it on the counter. "I got it. Thanks anyway." She turned to the faucet and let the water flow into the vase.
He knew he should get going, but William wanted to stay in Elizabeth's presence.
"How was work?"
Elizabeth removed the cellophane wrapper from the bouquet. "Mondays are always tough. It's mostly because so many things are going on. Meetings, assemblies, students absent because they were taking an extended weekend, or students returning from an extended weekend. . ." Elizabeth held up a daisy for examination and when it met her approval, she snipped several inches off the stem, and dropped it into the vase. "And in between all of that some teaching happens as well." Her playful smile caused William to sag against the doorway of the kitchen. "How was your day?"
"I suppose it was similar to yours." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. "Endless meetings, having to catch up with people who were gone because they took an extended weekend, or dealing with extra work because some people extended their weekend . . ." He felt himself grow warmer at the easy way they could hold a conversation.
"I suppose no matter where you work, Monday is always going to be the worse day of the week." Elizabeth finished with a small laugh.
William laughed in agreement. "Well, later on Georgiana called me at work to let me know what was going on with the arrangements for her party." He looked down at the linoleum floor for a moment. "It sounds like quite an undertaking."
Elizabeth stared at the daisy in her hand. "Is she going to be alright?"
"Yes. Georgiana can handle most things, but she shouldn't have to do this on her own." He stepped into the kitchen.
"I'm getting the impression that this is not going to be like the usual cake and ice-cream birthday party."
William picked up one of the daisies from the vase. "You're right. Back in England this would be called a coming out ball and in parts of the south, this would be like a debutante's ball."
Understanding dawned on Elizabeth's face. "Oh." Then a playful smile appeared on her lips. "I suppose I'll have to find something more appropriate than that black cocktail dress."
"I'm sure you'll be lovely in whatever you wear." His attention was no longer on the daisy in his hand.
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment before she said, "So, is this all you had to tell me in person? That you would be going back home for two weeks?"
"I . . ." He fought to keep his composure. "There's actually something else I wanted to talk to you about."
Elizabeth put aside the daisies she had been holding and rested her hand on the counter.
William became preoccupied with the daisy again. "I. . .uh. . . you know we've been seeing each other for a week. . ."
Elizabeth smiled at his timidness. "Yeah."
"Well, some people believe that a week isn't a very long time when two people are seeing each other. . ." Now the floor held William's attention.
Elizabeth was unsure where William was going with this. "Uh-huh."
"Well, I've enjoyed our time together. . ."
Elizabeth could not help dreading what was coming next.
"But, . . ." William took in a solidifying breath. "If you were to meet someone while I was gone . . . I'd understand."
Elizabeth returned her attention to the flowers. It took a moment before she could respond. "So, if I were to meet someone else while you were gone, you would be alright with it?"
William nodded his response. He added, "We've only been seeing each other for a week." You expect too much, too soon. He tried to block the words out of his mind.
"Right." Elizabeth felt the her throat tightening.
"But, we'll see each other in two weeks at Georgiana's party."
"Uh-huh." She really did not know what to say.
The uncomfortable silence that occupied the kitchen drove William crazy. He wanted to ask her what she was feeling, what she thought, and most importantly, if she did meet someone else, would he still have a chance with her? But, what prevented him from asking her these questions was the bitter memory of Isabella's words. I became your life and . . . I felt trapped.
"What time is your flight tomorrow?" She hoped that he did not notice how her voice faltered.
"Ten. Ten in the morning."
"You'll have to be at the airport a couple of hours before then."
"Yeah."
The same awkward silence haunted them again.
"I suppose I should get going." William walked to the door.
"Yeah. You have to be up early in the morning." Elizabeth followed him to the door.
He stepped outside and stood in front of the doorway for a moment before he turned around. "I'll see you in two weeks."
Elizabeth nodded. "Have a safe trip."
They looked at each other, trying to decipher some other meaning from the other person's face, but they could not. William allowed a small smile to spread across his face before he turned and walked towards his car.
Elizabeth could not watch his retreating figure and shut the door. Then she rested her forehead on it and shut her eyes, trying to figure out what had just happened.
"Did William leave already?" Jane asked as she made her way to the kitchen.
Elizabeth straightened up. "Yes."
"Oh, these are lovely." Jane bent down to take in the flowers scent.
"Thank you." She stared at the floor. "Could you finish putting them in the vase?" She turned away.
Jane followed her, but stopped at the kitchen doorway. "Is everything alright?"
Elizabeth did not turn around. "I don't know." She walked to her room and shut the door behind her.
Jane was about to follow her, but when she heard the door shut behind Elizabeth, she knew it was probably best to leave her alone. She went back into the kitchen and finished putting the rest of the flowers in the vase. The water in the vase was low, so she went over to the faucet to add more.
Jane watched the water flow into the vase, but something grabbed her attention. Someone was standing outside on the sidewalk. She leaned closer to the window and recognized it was William. He stood with his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on their door. What's going on?
Jane turned off the faucet. She dried her hands and then went to the door. When she opened it, William was gone. Jane let out a heavy sigh. I hope things are not as bad as they appear. Even though she hoped for the best, deep down, Jane knew, something was amiss.
"Elizabeth, did you want anything else?"
Elizabeth snapped out of her daze. She turned away from the window and was met with expectant looks from the stewardess and Charles.
"No. I'm fine." The stewardess moved onto the next row of passengers.
"Have you been to Philadelphia?" Charles whispered, trying not to wake Jane who sat in between him and Elizabeth.
"A few times. We've flown out to see our aunt and uncle who live near there."
"You and Jane?"
"Uh-huh. But, it's been a while since we last saw them."
"Do you both have plans to see them while we're in town?"
"We don't have set plans, but we hope to see them. It's hard to tell . . ." Elizabeth hesitated, "Well, we're not sure what Georgiana has planned for us this weekend."
Charles nodded. He looked at Elizabeth for a moment before he said, "William will be meeting us at the airport."
Elizabeth's eyes flashed at him. "Oh."
"Anne will be there too."
Elizabeth nodded.
Sensing her uneasiness, Charles changed the subject. "You're going to love Pemberley Manor."
"Pemberley Manor?"
"That's the name of the Darcys' estate."
"Charles, do you have an estate?"
A sheepish smile spread across his lips. "Yes, Netherfield. But, it's nothing compared to Pemberley."
"I'm sure Netherfield is lovely."
"Thank you. But, you'll see for yourself."
Elizabeth smiled and then returned to her view of the clouds in the window. Estate? Estates only exist in those British films. The knot in her chest tightened. The anticipation of seeing William after two weeks was compounded with the uncertainty of what to expect now that she was going into his territory. It was a well known fact that William came from an illustrious family and his family owned one of the prestigious publishing companies in the nation, but the realities of these facts did not hit Elizabeth until Charles began talking about William's estate.
Elizabeth adjusted the collar of her shirt. You are an educated woman with a wonderful career. She repeated this in her mind to shake off any doubts. Although she tried to reassure herself, the memory of a conversation she had with Marianne Dashwood during a kickboxing class drifted into her mind.
"Jane says that we haven't really known each other for very long and maybe he didn't want to presume-" Elizabeth's side kick hit the bag right in the center.
Marianne held her ground. "What's time have to do with it? If two people really care about it each other-" She braced herself for another one of Elizabeth's swift kicks.
"But what if it's just something physical? What if he just . . ."
"Well, have you . . ."
"No!" Elizabeth froze in her spot.
Marianne laughed then she switched off with Elizabeth. "OK. Maybe . . ."
"What?"
"Maybe William might already be in a relationship back home."
Marianne's swift kick knocked Elizabeth off balance. "You think he already has a girlfriend?"
Marianne shrugged. "Maybe. And that's probably why he said he'd understand if you met someone else while he was away. So, when you went to visit, you wouldn't be surprised if William was with someone."
"I don't know . . ."
"You'll just have to make sure when he sees you again that he'll regret ever making that comment."
"Marianne, I don't like making scenes."
"I'm not saying to make a scene when you see him . . ." A playful smile spread on her lips. "When you go shopping with Jane for a ball gown, make sure it's a gown that will bring him down to his knees."
They both laughed.
"Ladies? Doing alright over there?"
Elizabeth and Marianne apologized to the instructor and continued their work out with great effort to stifle their amusement.
After a few moments, Marianne asked, "What will you do if he has a girlfriend?"
"I don't know." She wiped the sweat from her brow.
"Are you bringing someone with you?"
"I hadn't really thought of it." She lied.
"How about Ed Ferrars who teaches Math?"
Elizabeth's nose scrunched up. "He's nice, but not my type."
Marianne thought for a moment. "Yeah. I think, he's more my sister's type."
Elizabeth chuckled.
Marianne took the bag from Elizabeth. "Are you going to tell him how you feel?"
Elizabeth delivered a hard punch. "No."
"No?"
"Well, maybe that whole week we spent together wasn't supposed to turn into something serious. I don't want to show up at his home, acting like it was something more than it was, and then finding out that he didn't feel the same way."
"What was it then?"
Elizabeth's fist stopped right before it hit the bag. "I had a good time, and I think he did too." She looked down at the ground. "We never made any promises to each other."
Marianne gave her a sympathetic look. After a few moments, she said, "You should definitely go strapless."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"The dress."
Elizabeth had a skeptical look on her face. "Strapless?"
Marianne looked at Elizabeth's arms. "Oh absolutely! You'll get to show off what you've done since you've been coming to kickboxing class," then she leaned in closer to Elizabeth, "Plus, it'll drive him wild to see all that bare skin."
Elizabeth let out a hearty laugh. "Thanks for the suggestion, but I don't think I can pull it off."
Marianne was about to disagree, but the instructor cut in. "Ladies, you have ten minutes until class ends."
They both apologized and resumed their work out.
Marianne snuck a glance at the instructor who was helping out a pair on the other side of the room. "So, what are you going to do?"
Elizabeth was deep in concentration, throwing punches and kicks. After a moment, she stopped and took in a deep breath. "I'm going to fly out there, attend the ball, and then fly back home."
Marianne stared at her for a few moments. "And?"
"And what?"
"That's it?"
"What else should I do?"
Marianne dropped the punching bag. "Something. Anything. Do something as long as it's nothing."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm not going to beg him to give me another chance. He said that if I met anyone else, he'd be alright with it."
"I didn't say that you should beg him for another chance." They walked over to their sweatshirts and water bottles, "Just try to talk to him."
Elizabeth took a slow drink of her water. "What else is there to say? I mean there's not much you can misunderstand when a person says something like that."
"He could have his reasons for saying that. Maybe they don't have anything to do with you."
Elizabeth looked down at her water bottle. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"People please make sure to return any equipment you've borrowed. Everyone did great today. We'll see you all tomorrow."
Marianne and Elizabeth went to return the punching bag and gloves they borrowed.
On their way out, Marianne turned to Elizabeth. "Are you going to be alright?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Alright." Marianne walked to her car.
Elizabeth watched her leave. When Marianne drove away, Elizabeth walked to her own car. Do something as long as it's nothing. She smirked. That's easier said than done.
Elizabeth pulled the airline blanket closer to herself. What if he does have a girlfriend? Elizabeth was not sure what to think. A part of her could not ignore the possibility. At this point, after two weeks of contemplation, it appeared to be a reasonable explanation. Even though she only knew William for a week, a part of her could not believe that he was capable of acting with no scruples.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we'll be arriving in Philadelphia in approximately half an hour. It will be four in the afternoon . . ."
Elizabeth did not hear anything else. They would be arriving in Philadelphia in half an hour and William was going to be there when they did. She looked out the window to focus her attention on something, anything to calm the raging emotions inside of her. Elizabeth was determined that no matter how confused and shaken she was, William would not see it.
"Do you want some coffee?"
"Uh...no, thank you."
Anne stood next to William for a moment before she said, "I'm going to check out the duty free stuff. . ."
William turned to her. "Fine."
Anne's brow wrinkled.
"I'll be alright."
She looked at her cousin one more time before she went into the shop.
William went to find a seat across from it. He checked his watch. She'll be here any minute now. He ran his fingers through his hair. To steady his nerves, he watched people walk by with their various luggage. He usually tried to figure out a person's personality by the type of luggage they carried, a habit he picked up from the numerous business flights he had taken. Usually this trick worked to pass the time. However, his mind could not be so easily distracted. He was thinking about the conversation he had with Anne and Richard the night before.
"Charles, Jane, and Elizabeth will be coming in tomorrow . . ." Anne emphasized the name of the last person. "Do you want to come with me to the airport to pick them up?"
William looked up from his book. "I . . . uh . . ."
Anne walked over to the wing backed chair William sat in. "You do want to see her? Right?"
William looked at his cousin Richard then at Anne. "Well, of course."
"Maybe I should go. It's been a while since I've seen Charles and I'll get to meet the famous Ms. Bennets." Richard's voice was light.
William left his seat, but Anne's eyes followed him to the window. "Alright. I suppose if William doesn't want to go-"
"I didn't say that." His back faced them. It was quiet for some time before William said, "Will it only be Charles, Jane, and Elizabeth arriving tomorrow?"
Anne studied William's expression before she replied, "As far as I know. . . Elizabeth said that their flight will arrive at four in the afternoon."
"You spoke to her?"
"Yes, earlier today."
William turned to face the window. "How is she?"
"She's fine. Says she's been doing a lot of kick boxing." She took a step towards William. "But, you probably already knew that."
William's head dropped. Anne began to move towards William, but Richard stopped her. "Anne." He put his hand on her elbow.
"Richard, can't you see something's wrong?"
"If there is, it's none of our business."
Anne removed her elbow from Richard's grip. "I know that." She looked at Richard for a moment. "I just. . . If there's something I can do . . ." She then looked at William.
"I didn't know that." He turned to face the both of them. "I haven't spoken to her for two weeks."
"What?" Richard placed his hand on Anne's shoulder. "I mean . . . sorry, I . . . "
"It's alright." William moved back to his seat.
Richard took the seat opposite William and Anne sat on the arm rest next to Richard.
"I thought . . ."
William looked at Anne and saw the confusion on her face. "I haven't spoken to her since. . . the last time I saw her. . . two weeks ago."
Anne moved to say something, but Richard's hand on her knee stopped her.
William continued, "I . . . I . . ." He jumped out of his seat and paced in front of his cousins, "I didn't want to make the same mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing. I . . ."
The only sound heard was the crackling of the fire for several minutes.
Then William started again, "I just want her to be happy." He threw himself back onto his seat.
This time Anne disregarded Richard's cautionary hand on her knee and spoke, "What . . . Did something happen before you left?"
"No . . . Yes . . . I don't know . . ." William stared at the flames in the fireplace.
"Did you have a fight?"
"No . . ."
"Was she angry about something?"
"I don't think so . . ."
"Did you say something to upset her?"
"Anne." Richard said with reproach.
"Richard, I'm just trying to help William. If you were in the same situation, I would, well, actually . . . no I wouldn't because I can't keep up with all the ladies in your life."
"Maybe William doesn't need your help. And what do you mean, all the ladies in my life? You make it sound like-"
"I wasn't implying anything. I was just saying with all the ladies you go out with, it's difficult to keep track with who's the current . . . one at the moment. Besides, William and I have talked about this before and he knows that I just want to help."
"Well, if you stopped worrying about other people's life, maybe you-"
William cleared his throat.
"Sorry, Will."
"Sorry."
He studied his cousins for a moment before he decided to speak. "I . . . I think I may have. . . I may have said something that might've. . ."
Anne moved towards William and sat on the edge of a footstool in front him. "What did you say?"
"I . . . I told her. . . I told her if she met someone else while I was gone . . . I'd understand."
Anne's shoulders fell and Richard moved towards the edge of his seat. "I thought you liked her."
William stared at Richard. "I do."
Anne leaned forward. "Then why did you say that?"
"We haven't known each other very long. And well, I didn't want her to feel trapped . . . I didn't want . . . I didn't want to make another mistake." William leaned back in his chair.
Anne got up and walked towards the fireplace. "Does this have to do with Isabella?"
"Anne!"
"No, it's alright, Richard." William moved towards Anne. "That night Isabella said several things that I will never forget. One of them was how ready I was to fall in love . . ." William's eyes were trained on the flames again. "I know Elizabeth is nothing like Isabella. Elizabeth. . . she's. . ." He blinked several times and took his eyes away from the flames. "If she's the one. . . I don't want to . . . I don't want to ruin things by moving too fast." He looked at his cousins.
Richard nodded, but Anne could not remain silent. "What are you going to do when she gets here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, based on what you said to her before you left, I don't think you can expect a warm reception tomorrow."
William took the poker and moved some of the embers in the fireplace. "You don't think she'll be happy to see me?"
"She might be, but. . ."
"What?"
"Well, if a guy I had been seeing for a week told me that it would be alright if I met someone else while he was away. . ."
William stopped picking at the embers.
"I would think he wasn't interested anymore."
William stood up and looked at Anne than at Richard.
Richard nodded in agreement. "It does sound that way."
"And he should know."
"Now what's that supposed to mean?"
"Why do you take everything I say personally?"
"Because it's meant in a personal manner."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"NO, it's not."
"YES, it is."
The loud clang of the poker hitting the stone hearth interrupted Anne and Richard. William moved back to his seat. Richard and Anne stopped their bickering and took their places from before.
"What am I going to do?"
Anne and Richard looked at each other then at their cousin sitting in front of them.
With a small smile, Richard said, "You'll just have to show her that you're interested."
Anne smiled in agreement.
"What if she's not interested?"
"Well, when I talked to Elizabeth she did say she was looking forward to coming here," and seeing Georgie.
"She did?"
"Uh-huh." Anne felt Richard's elbow in her side. "Come with me to the airport tomorrow. That will show Elizabeth you're still interested."
William deliberated for a few moments before he said, "Alright."
"Good." Anne smiled, but it soon disappeared when she caught Richard's glare. "I'm going to see if Georgie needs any help." Anne stood up and left the two gentlemen.
Richard resumed reading the paper.
After a moment, William asked, "Do you think I still have a chance?"
Richard put down the paper and looked at his cousin. "Sure. Why not?"
"It's just that. . . when I left her that day. . . I thought I was doing the right thing, but a part of me knew. . . I shouldn't have left her like that. . . I shouldn't have said what I said. . ."
"William, it's not that bad. From what I hear, Elizabeth sounds like a reasonable woman."
"Mm-hm. . ."
"Just be yourself."
William sighed.
"If anything, she'll be charmed by the splendors of Pemberley and you'll have your work cut out for you." Richard's eyes had their playful glint.
William chuckled and returned to his book. Although his eyes were trained on the page in front of him, his mind had wandered else where.