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Chapter 20 (continued)

Lydia beamed at Charles' defense, but her smile was soon erased by the daggers her mom's eyes threw at her. Lydia looked at Charles. "Thank you, Chazz, I mean Charles. It'll be nice to have an older brother to look up to."

This time, an actual smile appeared on Mrs. Bennet's lips. "Charles, I have one more daughter, Mary. She'll be here in a little while. She's taking the Greyhound from school and she said not to wait for her." She directed him to take a seat. "I know you must be tired, just coming in from your flight, but I appreciate the effort you made to see us." Everyone else sat down after Charles and Mrs. Bennet sat down.

"I hope Mary didn't have to travel from a long distance. There will be other times to meet her."

Mrs. Bennet smiled at the certainty of his voice. "That's true, but since this is the first time we're meeting you, she wanted to make sure she could be here."

"I appreciate that."

After a moment, Kitty asked, "You said that you have older sisters?"

"Yes. Louisa, she's married and the oldest. Then there's Caroline." He snuck a look at Elizabeth. "She's not married and she lives with me in our parents' home."

"My brother, Edward, had mentioned that your family business is. . ."

"Well, it's evolved since my family first started it. My family was one of the first to import carriages into America at the turn of the century. When automobiles became popular, it was my family who helped with its distribution here and in England. Now we've branched out and import and export various products besides cars."

"And you oversee all of it?"

"Yes." He looked at Jane. "Jane has helped a lot too."

"Your parents must be so proud."

Charles looked down. "I like to think they would be. They passed away several years ago."

Mrs. Bennet looked at Jane then at Charles. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

"It's alright." Charles snuck another glance at Elizabeth. "I have friends who were very supportive when my parents passed away."

Mrs. Bennet looked at Charles with a new found respect for the young man. "Well, I hope you feel you can turn to us whenever you need anything, especially since we'll be family."

Charles smiled at the sincerity of Mrs. Bennet's offer. "Thank you. I'll always remember that."

Pleased with Charles' reaction, Mrs. Bennet continued, "So, you don't have any other family besides your sisters?"

"I have some distant relatives in England, but I've become very close to another family, the Darcys." He gestured towards Jane and Elizabeth. "They've already met them."

Mrs. Bennet raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She looked at Jane and then at Elizabeth. "You two never mentioned anything about them."

Jane said, "I mentioned that's who we were staying with last weekend when we went to Philadelphia."

Mrs. Bennet thought for a few minutes. She did remember Edward mentioning something about tea at the Darcys, but why did that name sound so familiar?

"Mrs. Bennet, are you from Philadelphia?"

"Yes, but I left when I was twenty. I had just got married."

Charles added, "The Darcys are from Philadelphia."

"Really?" Mrs. Bennet racked her brain. She also remembered that Edward had mentioned something about how Pemberley Manor was nothing like what they had been told as children. Then it dawned on Mrs. Bennet. "Wait, do you mean the Darcys of Pemberley Manor. The Pemberley Manor."

Charles nodded. "Yes. Their estate is widely known in the area."

Lydia spoke up, "Mom, didn't you used to tell us a story about a place called Pemberley."

Mrs. Bennet blushed. "Yes. You were very young at the time." She looked at Elizabeth. "Do you remember the stories, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was dumbfounded. "I can't say that I do."

"Remember, the stories about the grand house where a rich family lived?"

"Oh, yes, I remember those stories." Elizabeth straightened up in her seat. "You were talking about Pemberley?"

Mrs. Bennet laughed. "Yes. I suppose it was silly of me to tell you all such stories, but when your Uncle Edward and I were children, there were all these stories about Pemberley and I suppose we took them at face value." She looked at Charles. "I'm glad to hear that the Darcys of Pemberley aren't evil and are planning to take over the world."

Charles laughed. "Hardly."

Kitty asked, "Mom, didn't you say that the Darcys were also the ones who were one of the first families to bring books to the early American schools."

"That's right."

Elizabeth sank in her seat. Even my mom knows about the Darcys' family history?

When the import of what Jane had said earlier set in, Mrs. Bennet asked, "So, that's where you girls were staying last weekend?"

Jane smiled. "Yes."

Questions soon poured out.

"What was it like?"

"Is it really like a castle?"

"What did you see?"

"Are they nice?"

Jane was the first to speak, "They're very nice and thoughtful people."

Mrs. Bennet could not help letting her curiosity get the best of her. "What's Mr. Darcy like?"

Elizabeth's shoulder's tensed.

Charles answered, "Mr. Darcy is a very kind and generous man. In fact, it was him and William who helped me through with my family's business when my father died."

"Really?"

Lydia cut in, "Who's William?"

Kitty added, "How old is he?"

Charles chuckled. "He's Mr. Darcy's son." He shot a look at Elizabeth. "He's a few years older than Elizabeth."

Mrs. Bennet, Kitty, and Lydia turned to her. "Really?" They said in unison.

Then the questions poured out again.

"What's he like?"

"Did you get to talk to him?"

Lydia got straight to the point. "What does he look like?"

"William?" Charles thought for a moment. "Well, William is . . . William." He turned to Elizabeth. "She probably could do a better job describing him than I could."

Mrs. Bennet raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?"

Kitty and Lydia giggled. Lydia added, "Is he like a cute little rich boy or a devastatingly handsome rich man?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but shut it several times. The truth was William was a little bit of both, but she was not about to admit this in front of all of them. She cleared her throat. "He's attractive."

Before they could ask anymore questions, Jane said, "He also has a sister, Georgiana. She's Kitty's age."

This piqued Kitty's interest. "Is she going to college too?"

Charles nodded. "She's getting ready to leave for the Fall semester." The next part he said more to himself than to the others. "Mr. Darcy is not too thrilled about being left alone."

Jane said, "William is still there."

"Actually, William has quite a few business trips lined up for the next few months, so Mr. Darcy will be alone a lot."

"Oh, that's awful." Mrs. Bennet looked at Charles with sincerity. "I remember hearing about Mrs. Darcy passing away. Now that his children are all grown up. . ."

Jane said, "I'm sure he'll be alright." It was quiet for a moment before she continued, "Mom, why don't we get the tea out?"

Mrs. Bennet was quick to get on her feet. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Charles, I completely forgot." Jane got up to help her mother.

Kitty and Lydia gave a shy smile to Charles. Then Kitty spoke up, "I'm going to see if they need any help." She got up and left.

Lydia was quick to follow. "Me too."

Charles and Elizabeth were left alone. Elizabeth chuckled. "I think the wrong sister was left behind."

Charles smiled. "Jane and I have the rest of our lives together." Then he looked at her. "How are you doing?"

Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "Good. The school year is coming to an end." However, she had a feeling that's not what he was asking about.

Charles moved forward with care. "William was disappointed that he missed your call when you got in."

Elizabeth stood up and occupied herself with the pictures on the mantel. "Oh. Mrs. Reynolds told me he was out riding."

He turned to face her. "I was with him. He seemed a bit restless, so I suggested we go out riding." He waited for Elizabeth to turn around and when she did he continued, "I'm sorry. It was my fault."

Elizabeth walked towards him. "Charles, it's alright. I don't expect him to be waiting next to the phone for a call just from me."

"But, he was, until I made the mistake of suggesting that ride." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Did something. . . is there something I can do?"

Elizabeth sighed. "No, Charles." She squeezed his hand on her shoulder. "I appreciate your concern, but William and I . . . we've come to an understanding."

Charles grinned from ear to ear, but when he saw the seriousness in Elizabeth's expression, his smile disappeared. "Why do I get the feeling it's not what I think you mean."

Elizabeth lifted Charles' hand from her shoulder and took a step back. "Everything's fine."

He was about to disagree when they heard a voice from the hall. "Hello? Where is everyone?"

"We're in here, Mary."

Mary stopped at the doorway. "Oh, hi." She looked at Charles.

Elizabeth pulled Mary into the room. "Mary, this is Jane's fiancé, Charles Bingley."

Mary shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice meeting you as well."

"Mom and everyone else is bringing out the tea."

Just then they all entered the room. Mrs. Bennet carried the tray. "Mary! I'm so glad you're here. Have you met Charles, yet?"

"Yes." She smiled at Charles.

"Good. Let's have some tea then." She poured out the tea and Jane served Charles some sandwiches.

"There's something I need to get from the study." Elizabeth walked towards the doorway. "I'll be back in just a minute."

Mrs. Bennet's brow furrowed. "Alright." She handed a cup to Charles. "Don't be too long." When Elizabeth disappeared through the doorway, Mrs. Bennet said, more to herself, "Sometimes she reminds me so much of her father."

However, Mrs. Bennet's comment did not go unnoticed by Jane. She looked at Charles with some concern. He shrugged and was soon in conversation with her family.

It had been a week since they got back from Philadelphia and Elizabeth was not quite her usual self. At first, Jane attributed it to coming back from such a delightful weekend away, and returning to their daily routines, but as the days passed, Jane felt there was something else the matter. When she asked Elizabeth about it, she would say nothing was wrong. Jane had brought up her concerns with Charles and he said he had noticed the same thing in William. That's when they both realized that something had happened between them, but they were not sure what. They were quite sure, however, that whatever happened, it was not good.

She was going to check on Elizabeth, but was brought into the conversation because her mother brought up wedding details. Jane sat next to Charles as they both humored her with noncommittal answers.

Elizabeth shut the door to the study and leaned back against it. She was happy to see Charles, but she had hoped that he would not bring up William. She walked across the room and sat in an old leather armchair. Then she looked around the study. The bookshelves still housed her father's modest collections and his pine colored desk stood near the window. Nothing had changed except for one thing. Elizabeth stared at the empty leather arm chair behind the desk. She wondered if she would have told her father about William. She smiled to herself, probably not. Instead, she knew her father would somehow work the information out of her.

She stood up and stretched. Then she walked over to one of the bookshelves. She perused the titles, but looked for nothing in particular. She was thinking of her conversation with Charles. She could not help feeling pleased to hear that William was disappointed that he missed her call. She was a bit miffed that he was not there when she called, but when she had more time to think about it she realized that she had no right to expect him to be there when she called and it was probably best because their previous phone conversations always left her wanting, to say the least.

She was convinced that she was doing the right thing. Elizabeth tried to imagine what it would be like if William were here to meet her family. If their reaction to just news about the Darcy family was any indication, she did not want to think of the reception that would await if one of them was actually present. She knew that eventually they would get over the shock of her seeing someone with a bit of celebrity status, but the disparity between them would always be there. She did not think she could be in a relationship where she had no chance of ever fixing such disparities.

Elizabeth knew that disparities were a part of every relationship. She took another look around her father's study. It was easy to forget the not so fond moments between her father and mother. Sitting in his study, glimpses of arguments and disagreements flashed into her mind. Most times they were trivial matters, at least that's what her father believed. However, her father never saw how much it hurt her mother to have him dismiss her feelings without consideration. Indeed, she would go into histrionics at times, but whenever Jane or Elizabeth was alone with their mother, that's when they would really see how much their father's dismissive attitude affected her.

And she knew the reason why he treated her like that at times. She remembered how she had tried to talk to her father about his treatment of her mother.

"Dad, why do you do this to mom? It hurts her more than you think." Elizabeth had come in to his study after she had made sure her mother was alright. Whenever her mother acted like she did not care about what their father said, she knew she was just covering up her true feelings. This time, however, her mother acted like nothing happened.

Mr. Bennet opened his mouth in order to defend himself, but when he saw the sincere look of concern on his daughter's face, his defensiveness disappeared. "Perhaps I was a bit harsh on her." He looked around his study. "But, how on earth did she get it into her head that my study needed to be changed?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she thought she would be doing something nice for you."

Mr. Bennet swore under his breath. "I don't need my study redecorated. I like it the way it is." He sat in his leather chair and when he had considered what Elizabeth had said, he responded, "I suppose she thought she would be doing something nice for me, but. . ."

"But, what?"

He sighed and looked at Elizabeth. "It's hard sometimes when you know the person you married isn't who you thought you were marrying."

Elizabeth felt something welling up in her throat. She and Jane had always talked about how their father treated their mother, but this was the first time he had ever admitted the reason for his behavior. "You-Wait, what are you talking about?"

Mr. Bennet shook his head. "Just promise me that when you think you're ready to get married, make sure the person you marry is someone you can completely respect and trust unconditionally with, not only yourself, but your future." When he heard her make her promise, he went on, "I do care about your mother and I've grown to love her, but I don't want you making the same mistake."

When he went on to tell her about how much he liked her mother when he first met her and then to find out after they were married that she only had her charm and good looks going for her, her father never forgave himself for giving into what could have been a fleeting attraction and he had developed, whether intentionally or not, a passive resentment towards her mother.

It was painful at times to know that your father and mother did not respect or share the same feelings for each other, but she was glad for her father's honesty. It saved her from repeating the same mistake. Although she loved her mother, Elizabeth did not want to end up with the same fate as her.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in."

Jane walked in. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes." Elizabeth walked towards her. "I couldn't find what I was looking for. Have I been gone long?"

"Long enough. So far mom has suggested five places for the reception and Lydia has asked if Chazz, I mean if Charles knows any boys her age, and Mary keeps bringing up the injustice of her college not recognizing her Women Studies group as a legitimate club on campus."

Elizabeth stifled her amusement. "Well, so much for first impressions and perfect behavior. How's Charles doing?"

"I think he's doing fine. A bit overwhelmed. It's quite an adjustment from having two sisters who he barely has conversations with to having three sisters and a mother who want to know anything and everything on whatever crosses their minds."

"I suppose we should go out there and save him."

Jane smiled. "I suppose." She hesitated before she said, "Did Charles have anything to tell you about William?"

She looked at Jane for a moment. "Just that he was disappointed he missed my call."

"You haven't talked to him since last weekend?"

Elizabeth looked down. "No."

"I don't understand. I thought-"

"Jane, we really should get back."

Jane looked at her sister for a moment. "Alright."

She watched Elizabeth walk out of the study. After a few minutes, Jane walked back. She stood in the door way and saw Elizabeth join in some teasing banter with Kitty and Lydia towards Charles. Their mother was trying to get them to stop their teasing and Mary was caught between helping their mom and keeping her amusement in check. Jane would have been pleased with the scene if the merriment of teasing Charles had shown in Elizabeth's eyes.

Chapter 21 "Words of Wisdom"

Marianne braced herself against the punching bag. "I still don't understand."

Elizabeth breathed out and punched the bag. "Marianne. . ."

"I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm just trying to understand." She braced herself for another one of Elizabeth's punches. "He likes you. You like him."

"It's not that simple."

"Why not?"

Elizabeth held back her punch. "Because. . ." Instead she gave it a swift kick. "We're different."

Marianne arched an eyebrow at her. "Different?" She and Elizabeth switched spots. "Oh. That's right. He's a multi-millionaire and you're a teacher."

"Among other things." Elizabeth grabbed the bag. "His family has been around pretty much since this country was established. His friends are people who've been on 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous'."

"So, he's not quite like the average guy."

Elizabeth stared at Marianne.

"He's got a job, you like his family, and he's straight."

"Marianne!"

"What?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "You're over simplifying it."

"You're complicating it."

They stood with their hands on their hips, looking at each other. After a moment, Marianne said, "What did Jane say?"

Elizabeth looked down. "Nothing."

"Nothing? What do you mean?" Then she gasped. "You didn't tell Jane?"

Elizabeth sighed. "Not in so much detail." She bent down to pick up her water bottle. "William's going to be Charles' best man in the wedding." She took a sip of her water. "I don't want to give them any problems."

"Elizabeth-"

"I think she has some idea though. The other night she asked me about whether or not William would mind if his family sat with ours." She took another sip of water. "I told Jane that she should probably ask him herself."

"And she didn't say anything else?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Jane's not the type to pry."

Marianne chuckled. "Well, she's probably figured something out. I'm sure Charles and William have talked."

"You're probably right." She picked up her sweater. "I'm leaving."

Marianne picked up her stuff too. "I'll go with you."

"No. You can stay and work out."

Marianne followed her. "It's alright. I was getting tired anyway." They walked out of the studio. "Why don't we get some coffee."

"Tea would be good."

Marianne smiled. "That's right." They walked down the block towards the coffee shop. "I can't believe you don't drink coffee. How do you get through the day?"

"It's not that hard when you've never really lived on it."

Marianne rolled her eyes. "Must be nice."

They continued walking and talking in this manner until they reached the coffee shop. When they received their order, they spotted a place to sit. They reached an open table, but they were surprised to see who was sitting next to them.

"Elizabeth! Marianne!"

"Jane!" Elizabeth turned to Charles. "Hi, Charles! We just came from kickboxing and decided to come in for some coffee and tea."

Charles stood up. "We were talking about the wedding. I'm actually leaving. Jane is staying to go over the rest of the details." He looked at Elizabeth. "I have to call William."

"Oh." Jane and Marianne looked at her. She shifted in her spot. "Uh. . . you can tell him I said hi."

Charles smiled. "Of course." He kissed Jane on the cheek and said goodbye to all of them.

Jane moved her planner and magazines off the table.

"Jane, you don't have to do that. If you're busy-"

"No. It's alright. I'd love a break from this. We were talking about the guest list."

Elizabeth and Marianne sat down at the table. Then Marianne asked, "How many people are on the list?"

Jane sighed. "We're trying to limit ourselves to one hundred people, but my mother and Charles' sister, Caroline, keep adding to the list."

Elizabeth shook her head. "It's your wedding. You should invite who you want."

"That's easier said then done. Between mom's excitement for her first and oldest daughter's wedding and Caroline's determination to have this be the social event of the year, it's becoming a nightmare. And we haven't even decided where the wedding will be."

Elizabeth looked at her sister with great concern. She was so wrapped up in work and her own thoughts, she did not realize how much she neglected Jane. Elizabeth reached for Jane's hand. "We'll figure something out. But, if anything, mom and Caroline are not going to ruin this for you."

Jane smiled, feeling reassured by Elizabeth's words. It had been a while since they talked like this. "Now, let's talk about something else."

Elizabeth shifted in her seat.

Marianne did not waste anytime. "Do you and Charles ever worry about your families getting along?"

Jane had a puzzled look on her face. "Actually, we just hope for the best. It's obvious that my mom and Caroline are so different, but we know we can't change things, so when the time comes for them to meet, we just hope they won't tear each other apart."

Marianne smiled, pleased with her response. Elizabeth looked at Marianne with narrowed eyes. Before Elizabeth could change the subject, Marianne asked, "And how about the differences in your backgrounds? I'm sure that's come up a few times."

Jane's bewilderment disappeared. "Absolutely. In fact, I was worried about that."

Elizabeth listened, trying to hide her interest.

"But, then Charles said that what's mine will be his and what's his will be mine, so we won't be that much different."

Elizabeth did not say anything. Instead she took a sip of her tea.

Marianne continued, "And that's it. That's how you and him solved it?"

"Well, I wouldn't say it's solved, but we are working on it." Jane stood up. "I'm going to get some coffee. Did either of you want anything?"

When they both told her that they were fine, she went to go stand in line.

Elizabeth and Marianne sat in silence. Marianne waited for Elizabeth to say something, but Elizabeth sat there, studying the writing on her cup.

When Jane returned, they talked about the impending end of the school year. Although Elizabeth felt the same eagerness as Marianne for summer to begin, she was not as vocal to express it. Marianne and Jane attributed her silence to the fact that she was contemplating the validity of a decision she made over a certain gentleman.

William trudged down the steps of the grand stairway. He had been out riding all morning and had just indulged in a long, hot bath. It was good to be home again, but he did not feel the usual rejuvenation felt after a good ride and an indulgent bath. He walked towards the music room, hoping that would improve his mood. No one knew he was home except for Mrs. Reynolds and one of the stable hands.

He pushed the doors opened to the music room and was relieved that it was empty. He suspected his father would be in the library and Georgiana would be in her room packing. He patted his pocket, reminding himself to give the gift to Georgiana later. He knew Anne was around, probably with Richard, but he was not ready to face her as well.

His mind wandered back to the conversation he had with his sister and cousins nearly a month ago about Elizabeth.

They listened while William let go of the confusion and frustration he felt for the last month.

"Then she said if things were to get even more serious, we would have to give up things, and neither of us are in a position to do that. I told her that we didn't have to give up anything, that I don't care what other people think, but. . . she had already made her decision."

After a moment, Anne asked, "So, what are you going to do?"

William looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"What are you going to do about this?"

"Do? She's already decided."

Anne shook her head. "It's obvious you two have feelings for each other. I don't think Elizabeth's the type of person to forget those feelings easily."

"Anne's right." Georgiana looked at William. "Even though she said what she said, it doesn't mean she means it."

Richard and William looked at her. Then Richard said, "Careful. They're slipping into female gibberish."

Anne swatted him on the arm. "Elizabeth sounds scared. If William doesn't go after her, he'll just confirm her fears, and she'll think she did the right thing."

William and Richard continued to stare at her with blank expressions.

Anne rolled her eyes. "Let me put it in a way you can understand. You, William," She pointed at him, "Need to go to Elizabeth." Anne moved her hand in the air like a plane. "She still likes you, but you need to tell her that you like her too." William opened his mouth to say something, but Anne waved him off. "Tell her until she understands."

William shook his head. "It's not that easy."

"Why not?"

He looked at his cousin for a moment. "It can't be that easy."

Richard added, "And if he were to go after her, what if she gets upset because she said she didn't want to see him? Not only has he gone out of his way to see her again, but he looks like a fool in the process."

Anne sighed. "Look. I'll admit, I've never actually heard her say anything about how she feels about William, but from the way she looks at him and how she reacts whenever he's around, there's no doubt, she feels something for him."

Georgiana added, "Maybe she's also afraid of getting hurt." She hesitated before she said, "If she likes you as much as we think she does, maybe she's doing a preemptive strike, so that she doesn't get hurt very badly in the future."

Richard looked at the two ladies. "That actually made sense."

Georgiana beamed and Anne rolled her eyes.

William thought for a moment. "If she really did have feelings for me, then wouldn't she trust me enough not to hurt her. Isn't it obvious to her how much. . ." He caught himself.

Anne sat at the edge of her seat. "That's why you have to go after her."

He had left as planned for the business trip. He did not take Anne with him on this trip because he promised Richard he would not. At first he was not sure if his decision was wise, but after having told Anne, Richard, and Georgiana what had happened between him and Elizabeth, he was glad that he was going on the trip alone. He did not think he could stand Anne's constant, but well intended encouragement to go back to California.

He brought a book down with him and planned to read it in the hopes that he would not be interrupted. He looked around the music room, remembering that night of the ball and the intimate moments spent with Elizabeth in that very room. He turned to leave, but could not bring himself to walk out. Instead he walked to the entertainment system, hoping that some music would provide a sufficient enough distraction. William hit play on the CD changer, not really caring what was inside. He sat down on the lounge chaise and opened his book and began reading.

Life is just a lonely highway.
I'm out here on the open road.
I'm old enough to see behind me.
But young enough to feel my soul.

He thought throwing himself into work would be the answer. Perhaps even talking about it would help him sort his feelings. Neither proved helpful.

I don't wanna lose you baby.
And I don't wanna be alone.
Don't wanna live my days without you.
But for now I've got to be without you.

He had received a phone call earlier in the day from Charles. Usually, a call from his best friend would not be seen as something that would cause any distress, but William was fully aware of where he was calling from.

I've got a pocket full of money.
And a pocket full of keys that have no bounds.
But when I think of lovin',
I just can't get you off of my mind.

Charles had called him to ask if he would not mind if his family were seated with Jane's family at the reception. William said he would not mind at all, mentally berating himself for thinking that there was another possibility that Charles called. He remembered the rest of their conversation with a slight feeling of embarrassment.

"What did Elizabeth have to say about the arrangement?"

"Uh. . . she wasn't against it." Charles did not have the courage to tell him that she seemed indifferent about it.

"Oh."

"She told me to say hi to you, by the way."

"Tell Jane I said hi too."

"No, not Jane. Elizabeth."

There was a pause. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I just saw her."

"You saw her?"

"I was with Jane at the coffee shop and she walked in with a friend."

His stomach lurched at the mention of the word friend.

Charles unaware of his blunder continued, "They had just came from kickboxing. Jane said she's thankful that Elizabeth found Marianne to go with her because the classes are so rigorous."

Unwittingly, Charles supplied some hope for William. "Right."

Babe can't you see
That this is killing me.
I don't want to push you baby.
And I don't want you to be told.
It's just that I can't breathe without you,
Feel like I'm gonna lose control.

Charles then went on about wedding details. As soon as he was finished, William hung up the phone, not really knowing what he agreed to do for Charles. He thought he was getting over her, but the fact that Charles had just seen Elizabeth disturbed him. So many unasked questions shot through his mind when Charles mentioned he had seen Elizabeth. He was glad he did not voice any of them, but embarrassed that such insignificant information could affect him in such a way.

I've got a pocket full of money .
And a pocket full of keys that have no bounds.
But when it comes to lovin',
I just can't get you off of my mind.

He tried to shake it off. The last time he had spent so much time dwelling on losing someone was when his mother had died. It took him a long time to reconcile with the fact that he would never see his mom again. However, with Elizabeth, there was the possibility of seeing her again especially since she was going to be his best friend's sister-in-law.

Am I a fool to think that there's a little hope, tell me baby.
What are the rules, the reasons, and the do's and don'ts.
Tell me, baby. Tell me, baby.
What do you feel inside ?

He had not considered that possibility. He had assumed that he might see her again, but never considered it with certainty. With Jane's and Charles' impending wedding, it was certain that they would see each other. However, Jane and Charles were still in the preliminary stages of planning their wedding, who knows when they would need him. He resigned himself to the idea that he would just have to wait and be patient.

I've got a pocket full of money
And a pocket full full of keys that have no bounds
But when it comes down to lovin'

I just can't get you off of my mind.
I just can't get you off of my mind*.

"William?" She hit the stop button on the CD changer.

It took a moment for William to realize that he was no longer alone. He put down the book he was reading and stood up. "Georgiana."

She shook her head and walked over to her brother. "I didn't even know you were home."

He embraced her. "The business trip ended sooner then expected."

"When did you get back?"

"Not too long ago."

She looked at the book William had placed on the table and then gave him a questioning look. "Really?"

William smiled. "Actually, I got back this afternoon."

"This afternoon?" Georgiana checked the time on the clock mantel. "It's nearly evening!"

"I wanted some time alone before I told Anne I was back from my trip." Georgiana looked at him, unconvinced. He held up a small package. "I brought this back for you."

Her expression changed into delight and she took the package from him. "Graduation is not until next week."

"This isn't a graduation gift." He hesitated before he said, "It's just something to take with you in the Fall, so you don't forget about me."

Her brow wrinkled while she unwrapped the little gift. When she removed the plain wrapper, she opened the box and took out a delicate figurine of a jade elephant. She held up the figurine and looked at her brother.

"Elephants never forget."

She smiled and whispered, "I would never forget you." She pulled away. "This is lovely."

"I'm glad you like it." Seeing tears well in his sister's eyes, he decided to change the subject. "So, is this new music?"

Georgiana blinked back tears. "Yes. Anne highly recommended it to me, so I bought it. But, if you're reading-"

He read the CD cover. "Lenny Kravitz's Greatest Hits. I like it."

She smiled and after a moment said, "Uh. . . I think dad is looking for you."

"Really? The only people who knew I was here was Mrs. Reynolds and Jones at the stables."

"Well. . . I remember. . . this morning, Dad had said something about talking to you when you got back." Georgiana hoped she sounded convincing.

"Alright. I'll go talk to him now."

She watched her brother walk out of the music room. Then she looked down at the book he had left behind. The Sonnets by Shakespeare. Georgiana bit her lower lip. I haven't seen that since. . . She was very young when their mother was sick and then passed away. One of the few things she remembered about that period was how it seemed William always carried that book with him. She was young then, so her memories were probably exaggerated, but she knew his affection for their mother was real and genuine.

She knew it was very wrong of her to say something to their father about William's personal life, but she hated to see him so out of character. It was enough to worry Georgiana and she thought it was time to bring out the big guns if Anne or Richard could not help.

William knew he had no reason to feel nervous, but he could not help it. He figured his father wanted an update on what was going on with the business, but a feeling of youthful nostalgia crept into his mind when he reached the tall, oak paneled doors. He hesitated before he entered. He tried to think if he had done anything lately that would displease his father. When he realized that there was nothing, and that he was a grown man, he shook his head and chuckled to himself. He pushed opened the large doors and walked into the library.

He walked over to the massive dark wood desk his father sat behind.

"You wanted to see me, dad?"

Mr. Darcy did not look up from his paper. "Yes."

William waited for him to continue, but he did not.

After a few moments, Mr. Darcy folded up the paper and put it on the desk. "How are things going?"

William told him about the improved progress with the Midwest sales and how the international investments in Asia looked promising.

"Yes, that's all very well and good, but why are you overseeing all of that? What happened to Wilson?"

William faltered. "He. . . uh. . . he's fine."

Mr. Darcy gave him an expectant look. "Then. . ."

"I just thought some things needed our personal attention."

Mr. Darcy let out a, "Mm-hm." Before William could say anything else, he said, "So, what else do you have to tell me?"

William continued his report, but he was distracted by his father digging through the drawers in his desk. "Should I continue?"

He waved his hand. "Yes. Yes."

William continued, but was interrupted by his father shouting, "Ah-ha!"

Mr. Darcy looked up at his son. "Well?"

William cleared his throat. While he continued, he watched his father walk around the desk and spread something out on it. William approached the desk.

"What's this?"

"Oh, just some pictures."

He picked up one of him, his father, and Georgiana. It was taken on the night of her ball. "When did these come in?"

"While you were away."

William looked through the other pictures.

Mr. Darcy stood aside, watching his son, waiting for his anticipated reaction to one of the pictures.

He held up the picture. "Did anyone order any extra copies?"

"These are just the proofs." He stepped closer to him. "Georgiana went through and ordered what she wanted."

He looked at his father. "Do you know if. . ." He looked at the picture again. "Which pictures did she order copies of?"

His father looked at the picture in William's hand. "I'm not sure if she ordered any copies of those." He took the picture from his hand to have a closer look. "Oh, wait. Actually, I think she might have."

William took the picture from his father, but did not say anything.

"You two look very nice in that picture."

He did not take his eyes off of it. "Thank you."

Mr. Darcy looked through the other pictures on the desk. "I think there's another one of you two in here somewhere."

William looked up and his father handed him another picture. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing and when he did, he stepped back and slid down on one of the wing backed chairs.

It was a picture of him and Elizabeth at the bar at the beginning of the evening. He remembered he had waited for her arrival with eagerness because she did not come down with everyone else. When he spotted her, he was by her side before he knew it. He and Elizabeth posed for the first picture. However, in this picture, his profile was in it, but Elizabeth's open expression was captured. He could see something in Elizabeth's expression that was not hidden by a forced pose. He did not want to hope, but her expression could not be mistaken.

"That's a lovely picture."

William looked up at his father. "Uh. . .yes, yes it is."

"Let me show you something." Mr. Darcy walked over to his special collections cabinet and pulled out two pictures. He handed one of them to William.

He took it. "I've seen this one. It's you and mom on your wedding day."

Mr. Darcy nodded and then handed him the other picture.

It was another wedding picture. His father was holding up a glass, ready for a toast. His mother was also doing the same, but instead of looking at the guests like his father seemed to be doing, his mother was looking at his father. He immediately recognized the look his mother gave his father in the picture. He had seen it countless times in his youth. At first he was not sure why his mother looked at his father in such a way, but in time he recognized it as a sign of her warmth and affection for his father.

He held up his parents' picture next to his, not believing they could mean the same thing.

"I like the candid photos best. I think they're more honest."

William continued looking at the pictures.

"Even if the people in them have a hard time being honest."

William looked up from the pictures. "What do you. . ." He let out a deep sigh. "Have you been talking to Anne?"

Mr. Darcy sat in the chair next to him. "Of course. We talk all the time."

He shook his head. "I know, but. . ."

"No, she wasn't the one who told me about Elizabeth."

He leaned back in his chair.

"And don't you go after Georgie about this. She's very worried."

"I would never-" He sat up. "Why are we even talking about this?"

Mr. Darcy's expression became serious. "Because I'm worried too."

William's tone softened. "Thank you, but you shouldn't worry. No one should." He looked down at the picture of Elizabeth. "Everything's fine."

"You're barely home anymore and you're not even where you're supposed to be."

William put the pictures down on a table next to his chair. Then he stood up and walked over to liquor stand. "And where's that?"

"You know where."

By now, he gulped down his second shot. "Dad. . . please."

Mr. Darcy stood up. "What happened?"

William put down his glass and walked back to his seat. "I can't believe I'm talking about-with my father no less."

Mr. Darcy's shoulders rolled back. "I think over twenty-five years of wedded bliss allows me to have some authority on the subject."

William looked down. "Yes, sir."

"Now, are we going to talk or are you going to be difficult about it?"

William threw himself in his seat, thinking about what to say. He looked at his father. "There really is nothing-" His father's determined look told him there was no way out of this.

Mr. Darcy said, "With the way things were going, I thought you'd be back in California in a matter of days."

"Things don't always turn out the way we hope they would."

Mr. Darcy held back his comment and instead remained quiet, allowing William to continue, "I'm sure you've already heard all the details."

Mr. Darcy shook his head. "Georgiana mentioned something wasn't right and alluded to the idea that it had to do with Elizabeth. She didn't mention any particular details."

William let out a slow breath. He retold the details to his father that evening in the gym and how Elizabeth had said she did not belong at Pemberley. When he finished, he looked at his father and waited for his response.

Mr. Darcy rubbed his beard while he sat in his plush leather chair contemplating what his son just told him.

William tapped his foot, waiting for his father to say something, anything. Even though telling his sister and cousins about Elizabeth helped to release his burdened feelings, he had to admit that he felt great relief telling his father.

"And what did you say?"

Maybe this wasn't a good idea. William ran his fingers through his dark hair. "What do you mean?"

"What did you tell Elizabeth?"

"I. . .well. . .uh. . ."

Mr. Darcy sat up in his seat. "You did say something, right?"

"What could I say? She had already made her decision."

This time Mr. Darcy raked his fingers through his gray hair. "Well, for starters how about something like you don't agree with her decision."

"But, how can I just disregard her feelings?"

"You wouldn't be disregarding her feelings, you would be making her aware of your own. Can you say she knows how you feel?"

William hesitated. "No."

"So, that's what you need to do."

"But," William stood up and walked towards a window, "If she wanted to be with me, wouldn't she have known? She shouldn't have had any doubts." He turned to face his father. "I mean, isn't it better to know now? If she had any doubts about me now, who's to say she wouldn't have any in the future?"

Mr. Darcy sat back in his chair, listening to his son continue.

"I thought that when you found someone you wanted to share the rest of your life with, that your life could finally begin. It never occurred to me that when you've found the other person, that they wouldn't want to be with you." He returned to his seat and sighed. "I don't think I could be with someone who has doubts about me."

When William had finished, Mr. Darcy got up from his seat and walked over to the liquor stand. Mr. Darcy let the amber liquid flow into his glass at a slow pace and his sip was just as even. He coughed when he finished his drink.

Then he walked over to the front of his desk and leaned on it. Mr. Darcy looked his son in the eye and said, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

William stared at his father.

Mr. Darcy continued, "Where in the hell did you get such notions about love and marriage?"

William sputtered out, "From you and mom."

He shook his head. "Your mother and I. . . it wasn't always the way you saw it."

William looked as if he had been told Santa was not real. "What-what are you saying?"

He chuckled. "Your mother wouldn't even give me the time of day when I first met her."

William looked at him with doubt.

"Oh, it's true." He sat down in his chair next to William. "The first time I saw her was during intermission for a benefit concert held here." He smiled to himself. "When I introduced myself to her, you know what she said?"

William had never heard this story and was eager to hear more.

"She said, 'Yes, I know. I suppose I should feel honored to meet you, but I don't see why I should.' Then she walked away without so much as a look back." His hearty laughter rang out through the library.

"Did she really say that?"

Mr. Darcy nodded his head. "Oh, yes."

"So, what did you do?"

He chuckled. "I spent the rest of the evening making a complete ass of myself, trying to get your mother to notice me."

"Did it work?"

"No. The harder I tried, the more she ignored me."

"Then how did you get mom to. . ."

"It wasn't easy. It took me some time to find out who she was. Your mother came from a good, respectable family, but her family wasn't anyone we would normally associate with."

"Oh." William thought for a moment.

"Your mother. . . I've never had to work so hard for anything in my life." He looked at William. "You're used to having things go your way."

William bristled at the comment. "I've never used our name to-"

Mr. Darcy held up his hands. "No. Of course not. What I meant was whenever you applied yourself-work, school, football-you always succeeded." He turned to face his son. "Love. That requires work too."

"I know."

"No. If you did, you wouldn't be here now."

It was sometime before William said anything. "So, you're saying I should go to California?"

He nodded with a grin.

"But, what if she doesn't want to see me? What if she still doesn't want to be with me?"

He rolled his eyes. "Goodness, if I was like this, you would've never have been born."

"Dad!"

After Mr. Darcy recovered from his laughter, he said, "William, all things worth having requires some work."

"Of course it does."

"So, what have you done to prove to Elizabeth that you're worth the effort?"

William thought for a moment. "We've spent some time together. I thought it was obvious how much I cared for her."

Mr. Darcy shook his head. "Obvious to whom?" He looked at his son who sank in his seat. "Think about it, by not telling her how you feel, or showing her that you'd do everything in your power to convince her you're the only man for her, it's no surprise she was quick to doubt you."

"But-"

"But, what? I told you, love requires work. The question is, are you willing to put in the effort?"

He was quiet, contemplating his father's words. "I'll have to think about it."

Mr. Darcy shook his head. He changed the subject and for some time they talked about things of no great importance.

Then Mrs. Reynolds walked in. "Dinner will be served in an hour."

Mr. Darcy tipped his head to the housekeeper. "Thank you."

When Mrs. Reynolds left the room, William stood up. "I need to get ready for dinner."

When William reached the door, his father called out, "Give my regards to Elizabeth."

"I haven't even decided if-How do you know if I'll-" He walked out, flustered by his father's assumption.

A few minutes later, Anne, Richard, and Georgiana entered the library.

Georgiana was the first to venture a question. "Will he be alright?"

"Yes, he'll be fine."

Anne looked at her uncle. "How can you be sure?"

"I just know he will be."

They all looked at each other. Then Richard asked, "Is he leaving now? Is he going back?"

Mr. Darcy returned to his desk and picked up the newspaper he had set aside. "Actually, he's getting ready for dinner. He said he needed some time to think about it."

Anne's shook her head. "Think it over? What's there to think over?"

Mr. Darcy put down his paper. "Of course he's going. He's been wanting to go back ever since she left."

"Then how did you convince him to go back this time?"

"I merely appealed to his logic and reason."

Anne snorted.

Mr. Darcy resumed his attention back to the paper. "Well, if that doesn't work, I can still take him by the collar and throw him on a plane."

*Can't Get You Off of My Mind by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny Kravitz's Greatest Hits

Chapter 22 "Better Then Expected"

"How was your day?"

Elizabeth dropped her bag down on the dinner table. "I can't believe it's finally over."

Jane looked at her sister. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"

Elizabeth let out a long sigh. In her best teacher voice, she said, "The day went without any major incident." She went through her bag, pulling out a small box of chocolates one of her students had given her. "Which is good because you never know what might happen on the last day of school."

Jane smiled. "I'm glad there weren't any surprises for you this year."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I know they mean well, but I'm glad none of my students planned a surprise party this year."

"Do they really think you don't know about it?"

"I don't know, but I don't have the heart to tell them no either."

Jane laughed. "Well, I'm glad you didn't have to go through that today." She looked at the breakfast counter. "The mail is in."

Elizabeth walked to the counter and looked through the stack. "You know it would be nice to get something else other than just bills." When she said that she came across an envelope that had her address handwritten in a delicate style. She turned it over and the initial 'D' was embossed on the flap.

"Find anything interesting?"

Elizabeth looked up at Jane. "Uh. . ." She looked down at the return address. "It's from Philadelphia, but it's not the Gardiners address."

Jane stood up from the couch and walked over to Elizabeth. "Then who do you think it's from?"

Elizabeth had a pretty good idea. "It looks like it's from the Darcys."

She waited for Elizabeth to open it, but she did not. "Aren't you going to open it?"

"Of course." She hesitated before she tore the envelope. She pulled out a white card that had the initials GD embossed on the fine paper. "I think it's from Georgiana."

"Oh." Jane smiled. "Maybe she's thanking you for attending the ball."

Elizabeth's shoulders relaxed. "Right."

Jane returned to her seat and Elizabeth read the note.

Dear Elizabeth,

I just wanted to thank you for attending my ball. It was a memorable evening and I'm so glad that you could be there to share it with me. I hope you visit us again soon. Please extend my gratitude to your sister and I hope this note finds you both in good health.

Georgiana

Ms. Elizabeth,

Georgie is so good at this, but I had to give my own thanks. It was truly a pleasure having you here and I hope it is repeated often in the future. If William was here, I'm sure he would echo my sentiments as well. Unfortunately, he is away on business. Indeed, we hardly see him now.

Sorry to ramble. Don't mind an old fool. You are truly missed.

George Darcy

"Are you alright?"

Elizabeth looked up at Jane. "Yes. You were right. It's a note from Georgiana about the ball. She extends her thanks to you."

"How thoughtful." She looked at her sister. "Is there something else that's bothering you?"

Elizabeth looked down at the card. "Mr. Darcy also included a note too."

"Did he say something to upset you?"

"No. Not at all. It's just. . ."

"Just what?"

"I don't know." She walked over to the sofa. "He reminds me of dad and he mentioned something about William."

"Mr. Darcy does have some endearing qualities." Jane looked at her sister. "What did he have to say about William?"

"Just that he's been away on business a lot."

"I've heard about that too." Elizabeth looked at Jane. "Charles says he has to track him down just to get in touch with him. He's worried about William."

"Doesn't he usually go on business trips?"

"Yes. But, Charles says he hasn't seen him work like this before."

"What do you mean?"

"He's gone for weeks at a time. Charles also thinks a lot of the things he's doing are things that other people usually do."

"Oh." Elizabeth slid down in her seat.

Jane ventured on. "I think it would be nice if you called."

"I wouldn't know what to say."

"You don't have to say much. It would be just to say hi and see how they're doing."

Elizabeth sighed. "I don't know."

"What are you worried about?"

Elizabeth looked down at the envelope in her hand.

"It's obvious his family likes you." Jane leaned back in her seat. "You're very lucky in that respect."

Elizabeth looked at Jane. "Why? Did something happen?"

"No, not exactly."

"Jane, what happened?"

"Let's just say I'm not blind to Caroline's. . . true feelings about me."

Elizabeth sat up in her seat. "If she-"

Jane waved her off. "Don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle." Elizabeth's shoulders relaxed. "I wasn't sure at first, but ever since we announced our engagement, she's made no attempt at disguising her disapproval."

Elizabeth muttered something to herself, then said, "Well, at least you know the truth. I wouldn't be able to stand the games she plays."

"Games?"

Elizabeth bit her lip. "Uh. . ."

"What has she done?"

"Well. . ."

"Elizabeth, if she's done something, I'd like to know and I'm sure Charles would too."

"Jane, please. It's nothing." She stood up. "I have to get ready." Elizabeth walked towards her room.

Jane stood up and followed her. "Wait a minute. You can't just walk away like that. Elizabeth," She entered her room. "What happened?"

Elizabeth stood in front of her closet, not really looking at any of the clothes. After a moment, she said, "It's nothing I can prove."

Jane walked up and stood behind Elizabeth. "Tell me."

She turned around and looked at her sister. Elizabeth recognized her determined expression. "I don't really know what to say." She walked to her bed and sat down. "I think she had something to do with what happened that day with George."

"George? What day, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth took a deep breath. She went on to explain what happened that day with George Wickham and how William and Caroline had found them. When they saw George on the ground, William and Caroline were surprised, but she had a feeling Caroline was surprised for another reason.

Jane sat silent, processing the information. After some time, she said, "So, you think Caroline encouraged George Wickham to. . . and then planned for William to find you in a compromising position with him?"

"I know how it sounds. It's ridiculous. I was shocked at first. I couldn't believe people actually did things like that. I-"

"Elizabeth, I'm so sorry that happened." She put a hand on her sister's shoulder. "It's sad, but I wouldn't put it above Caroline to contrive something like that. Charles-"

"No, please don't tell Charles. Promise me you won't."

"Elizabeth."

"Please. I didn't think I should tell you."

"Why not?" Then Jane looked at her sister. "You think I'd side with Caroline?"

"No." Elizabeth looked down at her hands. "I just. . . things are going so well between you and Charles. I didn't want any reason to make you unhappy."

"Elizabeth, you know, no matter what, I'll always stand by your side. And I also hope that regardless of what's going on, you feel that you can talk to me." She took her sister's hand.

"Thank you, Jane."

Jane smiled and gave her sister an affectionate squeeze on her hand. After a moment, Jane looked up at Elizabeth with a curious expression. "Is that-Elizabeth, please tell me that's not the reason why you haven't been talking to William, is it?"

Elizabeth withdrew her hand from Jane's and stood up and walked to the closet. "No." She rested her hands on her hips. "Actually, it-what happened that day made me think about what was happening between me and William at that point."

Jane was quiet, waiting for her sister to continue.

Elizabeth did not turn around, instead she played with a sleeve from one of the shirts in her closet. "It made me think how things between us were moving in a serious direction and if. . . that was a good thing." Her voice was low. "I didn't think it was."

"Elizabeth, it's obvious when you two are together you both have feelings for each other. I don't understand how you thought things weren't going well."

Elizabeth turned around. "Before we went to the ball, I'll admit, I thought about being with William and hoping he wanted to be with me. It wasn't until that afternoon, on the next day, that I realized what it meant to be with someone like William, what it meant to be with someone of William's wealth and position in society."

"What are you talking about? That stuff never concerned you before."

"I know, but-that's the thing. It should've."

Jane shook her head. "Elizabeth, this doesn't make any sense. Out of all the people I know, you're the last person who would get caught up in money and all that kind of stuff. I don't understand why it should now."

"You're right, Jane, but it was easy to feel that way when we were here, just me and him. When we went to stay at Pemberley, I. . . I didn't really know the extent of William's wealth and family history. I mean I knew about it, but to witness it. . ." Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't fit in to any of it."

"You can't really believe that. I've seen the way his family adores you. There's no doubt they would welcome you with open arms into their family."

"It's not just that, Jane." She sat down next to her. "William is. . . he's an eligible bachelor. That afternoon made me realize just how desirable that is especially to the women of his acquaintance. I mean if Caroline was willing to. . . who's to say that there wouldn't be a next time another woman attempted to. . . another man who would try to. . . I mean, who lives like that? And it doesn't help that I-"

"What?"

Elizabeth hesitated. "I . . . what could I possibly bring to the relationship?"

Jane studied the pained expression on Elizabeth's face. Her voice was gentle, "You could bring a lot."

She shook her head. "Like what? My sense of humor and humble beginnings?"

Jane leaned back. "So, this is what it's about."

Elizabeth looked up at her sister. "What are you talking about?"

Jane took a deep breath before she said, "Elizabeth, you're my sister and you're one of the few people I can truly say I love without condition, but if anything, you're also the proudest person I know."

Elizabeth's mouth had fallen open, too stunned at first by her sister's words to respond. After a moment, she sputtered out, "Proud? I-Wha-?"

"And you also have a passionate temper." Jane rested a hand on hers. "Do you remember when you were in college and you had that part time job?"

Elizabeth had the beginnings of a smile on her face. "Oh, god yes. If I hadn't waited tables, I would've never have been so motivated to get my degree."

"I remember you also had gotten your own apartment and you were saving up to buy a car."

Elizabeth nodded. "I didn't think a person could survive on pancakes and cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Jane laughed. "Remember when dad found out about your diet?"

Elizabeth grinned. "He was so upset. He said, 'No daughter of mine is going to live like that.' Then he insisted I take some money."

"And you wouldn't take it."

"He was so upset about that."

"I thought you were crazy to go against dad like that."

Elizabeth chuckled. "But, he made sure that he had the final say on the matter." Her eyes began to moisten. "As old and as run down as that truck is, I don't think I could ever part with it."

"But, I also remember how upset you were with him at first for getting that truck for you."

Elizabeth blinked back tears. "I told him I wouldn't take it and he said, 'I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sure Kitty would be more than happy to have it'."

Jane laughed.

"Like I'm really going to let my younger sister have a car before me?"

After they both recovered from their laughter, Jane looked at her sister with affection, "Proud until the very end."

Elizabeth smiled and was quiet for a moment.

Jane asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's just. . . it's hard for me to imagine that if William and I were to start seeing each other again. . . I don't think things would be the same.

"Of course not." Jane looked at her sister. "There are a lot of things you two will have to work out."

"But, you and Charles-"

Jane held up her hands. "Wait, a minute. Before you make any comparisons, you should know things haven't always been perfect."

Elizabeth looked at her sister. "What do you mean? You guys look like-"

"We're happy, but it didn't come easy. You don't think I get a little worried whenever I see Charles talking to an attractive woman?" She looked down. "And I know what they say about me at work. I've trapped Charles or I've used some persuasive methods to get him." She sighed. "It's hard and it still upsets me, but if it weren't for Charles. . . his love and support reminds me that it doesn't matter what other people think or say."

"Oh, Jane." Elizabeth embraced her sister. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

She held on to Elizabeth. "It's alright." They parted. "As long as you promise me two things."

Elizabeth looked at her, afraid of what she might have to promise her.

"First, I need you to be more involved with the wedding planning. Charles and I are going to look at a winery for a possible site. Since work is over, do you think you could accompany us one weekend?"

"Of course, I will! Just tell me when and I'll be ready to go."

"Good. The next thing. . ."

Elizabeth crouched away from her.

"You know what I'm going to say."

"Jane. . ."

"Look, just think about it. William could quite possibly be the one to make you exquisitely happy, and I don't want you to miss the opportunity."

"I don't know. . ."

"Did I mention that stubbornness was another endearing quality of yours?"

She swatted Jane in the arm, but Elizabeth was saved from the telephone ringing.

Jane stood up. "I'll get it."

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