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Chapter 15 ~ Good Will

Posted on Monday, 29 September 2003

One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.
~ Marie Curie

"I promise I'll be home in time for the party, Georgiana."

"I'd really like it if you could try to be home a few hours early." She hesitated before she said, "You've been gone a couple of weeks and there are things I want to talk to you about."

"Is something wrong?" William shifted the phone to his other shoulder as he put some shirts into his suitcase.

"No. . . but. . ."

William stopped packing and let out a short sigh. "You don't have . . . something planned before the party, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

He didn't fall for the innocent tone in her voice. "Georgiana, we've already talked about this. I think it's fantastic that you and Elizabeth have become good friends, but as for me and Elizabeth becoming. . . anything at all, there's no chance."

"But-"

"No. That's all."

There was a long pause before she said, "Alright."

"Good."

"She'll be here tonight."

"I'm aware of that."

"Well, aren't you excited by the fact that she'll be in our house tonight? Don't you want to see her?"

He sat on his bed and ran his free hand through his hair. "Yes. It will be nice to see her again."

"Fine." She sighed. "I couldn't get her to come earlier anyway. She's going with Lydia and her dad to talk to their lawyer."

His back straightened. "Is it about George?"

"Yeah."

"What's happening?"

"They're going to discuss some of the details of the case. I don't know the particular details, but I know that Elizabeth is worried."

"Why?"

"The prosecutor told them that the evidence is sketchy."

"Sketchy? He practically attacked her in the parking lot."

"I don't think that will be hard to establish with me and Craig as witnesses. I think they're having trouble proving that Lydia was drugged."

"I see." William threw the rest of his clothes into his suitcase. "I'll try to be home as soon as possible."

"Will, I'm sorry I can't tell you anymore. Elizabeth doesn't share a lot of details with me. I think she's trying to protect me."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That's good."

"I'm not a child anymore."

"I know." He zipped up his luggage. "Look, I've got a couple things to check here at the ranch, and then I'll come home."

"Alright. Give Mrs. Reynolds my love."

"I will."

He hung up the phone and then double checked his room to make sure he didn't forget anything. Then he sat on his bed, trying to master the torrent of feelings stirring in him. It had been two weeks since that fateful night at Richard's parents' house. It felt like it happened yesterday.

William remembered how he thought that after he told her the truth about Wickham and his history with Georgiana that she'd understand. He hoped she would understand why he was so private about it. Then the night when they went over her parents' house to protect her, no, Lydia, from Bill Collins, he hoped her feelings for him would change.

He was angered at first that she still did not trust him. William could not understand why she would not give him a chance. When he spoke to her last weekend over the phone when Georgiana was staying at Elizabeth's, he thought perhaps the few days that had passed after that dinner, Elizabeth would have had some time to think about his offer.

Then when Georgiana practically forced Elizabeth on the phone, he thought it would be a good time to bring it up again. When he brought up that he had spoke to Richard, Elizabeth assumed he wanted to speak about Georgiana, not about her, or them. It was apparent, the idea of them, them as a couple, was the furthest thing from her mind.

For the entire week he thought about why Elizabeth would not want to be with him. He was single, rich, and not bad looking. Actually, William knew he was handsome. In fact, he knew that Elizabeth considered him handsome. She had told him so last week on the phone.

Then how was it possible that she still didn't want him?

William knew the answer. He had known the answer for a long time, but had ignored it.

Elizabeth was right.

He hadn't trusted her. He had wanted her to be anything else besides Richard's assistant. He had wanted. . .

William shook his head. It was no use torturing himself.

He knew if it were any other woman, William would have no trouble getting what he wanted. He remembered that Victoria's Secrets model that had cornered him in his office one day after he had attended a premiere. He had met her there for the first time. He was able to extricate himself from the situation, claiming a meeting he had to attend. Hurst and Richard never let him live it down. Although he never told them about it.

And yet, if a lingerie model was determined enough to have him, he could not understand why Elizabeth was resolved not to have him.

William did not call for it, but the memory of Elizabeth next to him on her couch invaded his mind. Georgiana, Elizabeth, and Lydia had been locked in Elizabeth's room for hours it seemed. He had been worried, but when he had checked earlier, they were talking in hushed voices. No one was crying or shouting.

He was not sure how long he had been asleep, but when he did awaken, he was surprised to find her sleeping next to him. She was sitting up, facing him. He thought maybe she wanted to talk to him and reached out to her. Elizabeth did not wake.

His hand was on her arm and since it seemed not to disturb her, he raised his hand and brushed his thumb on her cheek. William thought his action was quick and light, but Elizabeth rubbed her cheek as if shooing away an annoying bug.

William stood up with great care not to disturb Elizabeth. He checked on Georgiana, seeing she had fallen asleep next to Lydia. Everything seemed to be under control. When he returned to the living area, William saw that Elizabeth was still sitting up on the couch. With great care not to wake her, he helped her lay out on the couch. Then he took a throw blanket from an armchair and put it over Elizabeth.

He took a seat on the armchair, watching and waiting for something to happen. After several minutes of watching Elizabeth, he realized he was not needed. He wrote a note to Georgiana and left the apartment.

Now, sitting in his room, in his childhood family's home, William realized another truth. Elizabeth was not like other women. She was not the type to be impressed with money or connections. He knew this and yet for some reason he did not acknowledge it. Elizabeth was a woman of substance. What reasons would a woman of substance refuse to be with him?

He could think of one reason and the realization struck him like a blow to his stomach. William knew that she could never trust him. No, never forgive him for what happened to Lydia. The two issues were intertwined. If he had showed even a little trust in Elizabeth, then her youngest sister would have been safe.

There was a knock on his door. "Mr. Darcy, your flight will be leaving soon. Is everything alright?"

He stood up, cleared his throat before opening the door. "Mrs. Reynolds, my father was Mr. Darcy. You've always called me William."

She stood in the doorway. "That's when you were a boy. You are now man of the house. That title deserves respect."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Mrs. Reynolds-"

"Don't go on about how it makes you uncomfortable. You should be used to it by now."

"I don't think it's something you get used to."

She gave him a sympathetic smile. Then she said, "Are your things ready?"

"Yes."

"I could've packed them for you."

"Mrs. Reynolds-"

"I know." She held up her hand. "You don't like me handling your. . . personal garments." She saw him shake his head, but the blush on his ears was enough to reveal his true feelings. "I don't see what the big deal is. I used to handle your Under-Roos."

"Mrs. Reynolds!"

She let out a soft laugh. "Get downstairs. I'll have Alfred bring your luggage down."

"That won't be necessary." He took his luggage. "I can manage."

She followed him downstairs. "If you insist on doing everything yourself, there's no need for me or Alfred to be here."

When they reached the bottom of the staircase, William put his luggage down and turned to face Mrs. Reynolds. "Of course, Georgiana and I need you and Alfred. Home wouldn't be home without either of you."

She blinked away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Speaking of which," she removed some lint from his shoulder, "when will both of you be home, together."

"Soon." He kissed her on the cheek. "Next week is Christmas and we plan to be here. Georgiana hopes to spend New Year's Eve in New York with Emma, but I hope I can persuade her to spend it here."

"That would be wonderful." She smiled.

He picked up his bags and Mrs. Reynolds followed him out. Alfred took his bags and put them in the trunk of the car. He promised to call when he reached LA. The ride on his private plane at the Napa Valley Airport to LA usually took about forty-five minutes to an hour at most. He had planned to go into work, but perhaps he would take Georgiana's advice and go home directly. William decided there were a few personal things he wanted to look into before the party tonight.

"What do you mean you're working on a deal?"

"It's the best thing to do in this case."

Elizabeth leaped out of her seat. "The hell it is. George Wickham belongs in a cell where he can become someone else's-"

"Lizzy." Mr. Bennet placed a hand on her arm. It was a few seconds before she sat down again. "I'm sorry." He looked at the lawyer sitting across the desk. "I'm sorry, Uncle Edward. I know you have Lydia's best interests at heart and you're doing everything you can."

Edward Gardiner gave his niece a warm smile. "I know you're very upset and frustrated." He gave Lydia a thoughtful look before he continued, "There are two very good eye witnesses for what happened in the parking lot. It won't be a problem bringing assault charges against him."

"But, how long will he be in jail?"

"Since the charges are for assault his jail sentence can be two, four, or six years. Since his record is clean at this point, he'll probably get two years."

Elizabeth let out a disgusted sigh and Mr. Bennet's expression was grim.

Lydia said, "But, he could do this again, to someone else."

"I know." Mr. Gardiner gave her an apologetic look. "If we had the blood results-"

Elizabeth said, "Why don't we have them?"

Lydia added, "They took like four vials of my blood."

Mr. Bennet raised his hands. "Girls. Your uncle already explained that."

Lydia said, "But, I don't understand. If they were sent to the lab, then-"

Mr. Gardiner said, "The problem is there is no record of them being sent to the lab."

Elizabeth said, "How is that possible? I can't believe someone could lose all that blood."

Mr. Gardiner let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sure it's not lost. I think someone may have just misplaced them or there's a mix up." He had a determined expression. "I will get to the bottom of it."

"Is it possible George had something to do with it?"

"Absolutely not." Mr. Gardiner sat up in his seat. "But, if I find out he has, I'll bring more charges against him. Tampering with evidence is not taken lightly."

Elizabeth said, "If you find the blood and the test results, how will that effect the case?"

"He would be guilty of two felonies and could face more prison time."

"It still just doesn't seem like it's enough."

"Well," Mr. Gardiner's fingers intertwined and he rested his hands on his desk, "you could also pursue a civil case against him."

Mr. Bennet said, "You mean sue George Wickham?"

He nodded.

Elizabeth said, "I don't think he has any money."

"Of course he does. He had that show." Lydia said.

"Yeah, but he signed away the royalties when he was a minor."

Mr. Bennet asked, "So, he's broke?"

"Well, there is something. He has a trust fund."

Mr. Gardiner's eyebrow arched. "Does he?"

Elizabeth nodded. "But, he doesn't have access to it. Due to his debts, there's a stipulation he can't have it until they're cleared."

Mr. Bennet chuckled. "It sounds like his father had him by the-"

Mr. Gardiner cleared his throat. "Yes, Thomas. His father sounded like a shrewd business man." He looked at his niece. "Exactly how do you know all this, Elizabeth?"

"I. . . uh. . ."

"Did William tell you?" Lydia gave her sister a knowing look.

"William?" Mr. Gardiner said.

Mr. Bennet added, "William Darcy."

Mr. Gardiner's eyebrows shot up and then gave Elizabeth an inquiring look.

Elizabeth shifted in her seat. "Yes, but. . . he told me in confidence."

"Of course he did." Lydia said.

"No, it's not like that. He was clearing up-" Elizabeth took a deep breath. "He's a very private person."

Her uncle studied her for a moment before he said, "I understand." He decided that a civil case would be the last resort. Mr. Gardiner watched as members of his younger sister's family sat in front of him with expressions on their faces ranging from anger, frustration, and disappointment. He said, "We won't worry about a civil case right now. You'll have to get a separate attorney and civil suits can cost lots of money. I'll continue giving my personal attention on this matter, but for now, you all should go home. Try to have a good weekend and I'll call when I have new information."

They thanked him and when Mr. Bennet and Lydia were out of the office, Elizabeth turned to her uncle. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I know you're not responsible for what's happening."

Mr. Gardiner stood up and walked around his desk to her. "Elizabeth, you wouldn't be you without that fiery temper of yours."

"Temper or not. You didn't deserve that. You came here from San Francisco just to help us out. I'm sorry."

He kissed her cheek. "There's no harm. We all want the same thing."

She hugged her uncle. "Give my regards to Aunt Maddie and the kids."

"Of course."

She walked out of his office and joined her father and sister in the lobby. Elizabeth said, "It's a good thing we have a connection in the D.A.'s office."

Mr. Bennet nodded in agreement. "Your uncle has been an assistant DA for a very long time. I'm sure he has an idea of how to do his job."

Elizabeth nodded.

Mr. Bennet said, "Will you being joining us for dinner tonight?"

Elizabeth was about to agree, but then remembered she had to be at the Darcys' place. "I can't. William and Georgiana are hosting a party."

"I wish I could go." Lydia said.

"It's not that kind of party. They've invited people from work." Elizabeth gave her sister a small smile before she said, "Meaning old people will be there."

"Oh."

Mr. Bennet put his arm around Lydia. "And there are only two old people at home you have to deal with."

"Dad."

"Come on. Let's get going." He winked at Lizzy. "We don't want to make your sister late for this very important party."

She shook her head as she followed them out the building.

Elizabeth drove straight to the Darcys' from her uncle's temporary office. She was thankful that her uncle was able to help even though he had his own cases in San Francisco. Elizabeth and her family were more at ease knowing that they had someone they knew well working on the case for them.

She was glad to be driving away from the tall buildings that crouched next to each other which made up Downtown LA's skyline. Eventually the towering buildings disappeared and in their place urban homes huddled together in the distance. Elizabeth was thankful that she did not have to drive into Downtown LA for work. She figure it was luck that DFD was based in Santa Monica, but then again Elizabeth realized it probably was not luck. She did not know why, but Elizabeth figured that William was not the city type.

Soon she was away from the metropolitan center of LA and was in the Hollywood Hills area. Even though she had been in that area a couple months ago for Charles' party, it was still a shock to see generous pockets of trees and bushes that she considered wilderness.

When she drove on the off ramp and followed the winding turns of Mulholland Drive, she was not sure if she would ever get used to driving in this area. She was used to the small town feel, if you could call it that, of West LA. The wrought iron gates, sprawling lawns, and sweeping driveways of the private homes in the Hills were symbols of the wealthy LA image. And the further you were able to seclude your palatial home from the public, the higher your status in LA society.

The Darcys' home, when Elizabeth had finally reached it, was like an island amidst the Hills.

As the guard at the gate let her in, she drove up the drive that sprawled across the front of the grand Colonial style home. Even though she had been at the house last weekend to help Georgiana with an article she was writing for the school paper, the house still mesmerized her. White Grecian columns supported a short pergola over the entrance way and black plantation shutters accented the windows on the first and second floor.

She left her car in front of the house, seeing that there were no more spaces left at the end of the drive. When she walked up to the house, she took her time, admiring the details of the house. Usually houses in the Hills had modern faces and had a mixture of various architectural designs incorporated into it. It was a rarity to see something pure in its style.

As she approached the red front door that was adorned with an evergreen Christmas wreath, Elizabeth felt a tingling sensation wash over her. She was not sure why she was nervous. Although the home exuded wealth and an elevated social status, Elizabeth was not intimidated by such an image. She knew now that the Darcys were not part of that image.

Elizabeth let out a deep sigh as she opened the door and was welcomed by the pleasant murmur of the guests and holiday music playing in the background. She was greeted by the housekeeper.

Elizabeth said, "Good evening, Hannah, isn't it?"

"Yes," the woman took her coat and purse, "It's nice to see you again."

"Elizabeth!"

She turned around to see Georgiana walk into the foyer. "Hi! I'm sorry I'm late."

"You're not late." She took Elizabeth by the elbow and lead her into the living area. "Everyone's here."

"Everyone?" Elizabeth could not bring herself to ask about her brother.

Georgiana snuck a glance at her. "Jane arrived with Charles and his sisters and brother-in-law."

"Hurst is here?"

She nodded. "So are Richard and Charlotte. And Ben and Marie. I didn't know that Charlotte and Marie were cousins."

"Yeah." Elizabeth scanned the room.

"There's a bunch of other people here." She leaned down and whispered, "I can't remember all of them though."

"Don't worry." Elizabeth whispered back, "Neither do I."

Georgiana laughed. Then she said, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No. Actually, I'm starving."

"Good. There's plenty of food and-" Georgiana held Elizabeth back. "Oh, Will. Elizabeth's here."

Elizabeth had been so intent on seeing what food was being served that she did not notice that Georgiana had been steering the way towards her brother. He was surrounded by Caroline and some young female interns she recognized, but could not remember their names.

"Elizabeth," William took a step forward with an expression in his eyes that made Elizabeth catch her breath, "It's nice that you could make it."

She felt her heart beating in her chest. "I'm glad I could."

There was a brief pause before Georgiana said, "Well, I'm just going to help Elizabeth find something to eat."

Caroline said, "Yes, I'm sure she'll need it. I don't believe she's ever had catering from Vincelli's." The interns stifled their amusement.

"Actually," William shrugged off Caroline's hand on his arm, "She has. We had lunch from there together."

"Together?" Caroline looked at him with disbelief.

"Yes." William put his hand on the small of Elizabeth's back and led her away from Caroline and her cronies. "You remember Mario?" Elizabeth nodded. "He's in the kitchen. I'm sure you'd like to meet him again."

Georgiana had a small smile on her face when she saw the color rise in Caroline's cheeks. One of the crony interns said, "When did he have lunch with her?"

"Several weeks ago." Georgiana said in a matter-of-fact tone, "They had lunch in his office. He thought about going to the restaurant, but decided that the privacy of his office would be better." She walked away, restraining herself from looking back at Caroline's and her cronies' gaping mouths.

Elizabeth was not sure who she had said hi to or anything else that was said because she was distracted by the possessive way William had his hand on the small of her back. She was sure that she was not upset or angry. She was not happy either. Nervous. That's the word that popped up in her mind.

He bent down and said in her ear, "Here are some people I'm sure you'll be happy to see."

It took her a moment to register what he was talking about. They had joined Jane and Charles who were talking in a corner or the room.

"Elizabeth," Jane smiled at her sister. "You're finally here."

"Yeah. I just left Uncle Edward's office."

Jane studied her sister for a moment, deciding now was not the time to bring up what had been discussed during the afternoon meeting.

William said, "I was just going to bring Elizabeth to the kitchen. I'm sure Mario will be more than happy to put something together for her."

"I don't want to be any trouble."

"It's no trouble at all."

Jane said, "I'd be happy to take Elizabeth to the kitchen."

William nodded and he and Charles watched Jane and Elizabeth head off to the kitchen.

Charles said, "Jane is worried about Lydia's case."

"Has she said how it's going?"

"She said they would be able to go through with the assault charges."

Georgiana had already told him that. "Did she mention anything else?"

"No, it seems that Elizabeth is shouldering a lot of the responsibility."

"I see."

Elizabeth and Jane did not say anything as they walked towards the kitchen. When they entered, they saw a dark haired man in a white chef's coat giving orders in Italian to men in white waiters coats. They dispersed from the kitchen armed with a trays of canapés, flutes of champagne, or bottles of wine. When the dark haired man saw Jane and Elizabeth, first his brow wrinkled with confusion and then when he recognized Elizabeth, a warm smile spread across his face.

"Elizabeth?"

"Hi, Mario." She and Jane walked further into the kitchen. "Will-Mr. Darcy said that I could find something to eat in here. I haven't had dinner yet."

"No dinner, yet?" Mario made quick work of throwing pasta, vegetables, and meat together. "I'll have this ready for you in just a minute."

"Oh, I didn't mean for you to go to any trouble-"

He waved his hand in the air. "It's no trouble."

While Mario worked, Elizabeth could smell the herbs and seasonings integrating in the dish. Before she forgot, Elizabeth said, "Mario, this is my sister, Jane."

He smiled at her and said, "Would you also like something?"

Jane shook her head. "I've had some of that delicious bruschetta and shrimp salad. Georgiana said you have some wonderful desserts planned for later."

He nodded. "Would you like a preview?"

"Oh, I didn't mean-"

He was already fixing her a plate. "The canolli is my grandmother's recipe and this gelato is new. It's sweet cream with a touch of mint."

Jane raised her hand to her chest. "My goodness this looks fantastic."

Elizabeth asked, "You don't have the chocolate?"

"Of course I do. But, you'll have to finish your dinner first." He took a plate and poured the pasta onto it. He sprinkled it with some herbs and presented it to Elizabeth. "It's simple, but I hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will. But, I could've saved you the trouble by getting something from the buffet table."

"You still can. Most of the food out there are appetizers." He gave her a playful smile. "But, Mr. Darcy said I should have something more substantial set aside for you."

She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted."

His eyes widened. "I meant no disrespect." He gave her a serious look. "In fact, I think it very attractive when a lady has a healthy appetite." His features softened. "And so does Mr. Darcy."

She gave him a warm smile before Elizabeth said, "Thank you."

They sat at a counter with bar stools and then tucked into their plates. When Mario heard murmurs of pleasure, he said, "I have to go check the buffet, but if you need anything, just let me know."

"Thank you, Mario."

Jane said, "William had that lunch catered by Mario?" She closed her eyes as she put a spoonful of the sweet cream ice cream into her mouth.

She nodded. When she finished savoring a bite of pasta and zucchini, Elizabeth said, "You should ask him for that shrimp salad recipe."

"We have to go try out his restaurant."

Elizabeth nodded again.

William was able to slip away from Charles, Richard, and Charlotte and managed to evade Caroline and her crony interns. He knew he did not have much time because of his duties as a host, but if he could just spend a few minutes with Elizabeth in private, he would be happy.

He thought he would be able to see her and keep his distance, but having just been in her presence for only a few seconds, he found himself wanting to see her again. William knew that things between them were delicate. He was not sure what he would say. He would be content with just a look in his direction. A smile would inspire him for days. Gees, he thought. All she had to say was hello and Elizabeth could have him.

He raked his fingers through his hair before he reached the kitchen. This was not good. He had to have some kind of pride, dignity. He knew he could never rectify what happened with Lydia, but at least he could show Elizabeth that he could be trusting and thoughtful.

He stopped just outside the kitchen door when he heard Elizabeth say, "Uncle Edward said that pressing assault charges won't be a problem because Georgiana and Craig saw what happened in the parking lot."

"But, we can't get him for giving her a drink with drugs in it."

"Apparently, Lydia's blood has been misplaced."

"But, why can't she just give more blood?"

"Because the drugs are long gone from her system by now. The blood that Lydia had given was a day after the incident. It's been two weeks now and there's no way they'd still be there."

It was quiet for a moment before Jane said, "So, that's it. There's nothing else we can do."

"Uncle Edward said we could bring a civil suit against him.'

"You mean sue George Wickham? What would we sue him for?"

"Usually in cases like these it would be for emotional damage."

"But, can we do that?"

"I think so. I told Uncle Edward that he's broke. But, he does have a trust fund."

"A trust fund? Then how is he broke?"

There was a pause before Elizabeth said, "It's being with held because of his debts."

"I don't understand."

"I can't really talk about it. I'm not really supposed to know in the first place."

There was another pause before Jane said, "Did Richard tell you about it?"

"No."

Another pause. "I see." Jane continued, "You don't think William could help?"

"I don't think so. He's the one who's overseeing the will and trust fund."

"You think there might be a conflict of interest."

"I don't want him involved."

William left the kitchen. He decided to have a talk with his lawyer.

Elizabeth said, "I'm more concerned about. . ."

"Georgiana?"

"That's part of it."

"Elizabeth," Jane pushed her empty plate aside. "What is it?"

"I just. . . I don't think William would want Georgiana caught up in a scandal."

"What are you talking about? She's only a witness. If anything, I'm sure she wants to help."

"I don't think William would want any contact between George and Georgiana. He's protected her for so long. And now with. . . I wouldn't be surprised if he started to discourage Georgiana from hanging out with us."

"Elizabeth, you can't seriously believe that."

"Why not? He did everything to protect her when she was sixteen and continues to so do even now. I'm sure they were getting over what happened, but now it's all resurfaced and there's a possibility that not only will she be exposed to those painful memories again, but if the media gets wind of this five year old secret-"

"Elizabeth." Jane put her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders. "You've really thought about this."

She let her head hang. "I just. . . I can't be the reason why he gets hurt."

"He? Don't you mean Georgiana."

Elizabeth looked up at her sister. "Yeah. That's what I said."

"No," a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "You said he, not she."

She blinked several times. "I did?"

Jane nodded. "What's going on?"

"What are you talking about? I just made a mistake. An honest mistake."

She studied Elizabeth for a moment before Jane said, "If only you'd-"

They were interrupted by footsteps pounding from the hall. In a short time, they heard a cough and in walked Mr. Hurst.

Elizabeth said, "Gil?" She walked over and threw her arms around his neck.

"Yes, well-" He gave her a couple of abrupt pats on the shoulder before he pulled away and coughed again. "It's nice to see you, too."

"It's very nice to see you. How are you?"

He was unused to someone, anyone showing great warmth due to his presence. When he realized it was genuine, he was more at ease. "I'm well. Fortunately, I don't think I'll ever run out of work in LA. People are always wanting to remodel and add on to their house."

"That's good to hear."

"How are you?" He nodded at Jane. "I see you've both found the perfect hiding place." He saw her empty plate.

"Mario made some dinner for me."

"Mario? You're on a first name basis with Darcy's cook?"

"I don't think he's Darcy's cook."

"Of course he is. He loaned her out to that woman. . . Sarah."

"Sarah? His assistant?"

"I was just talking to her. We were standing over some of that shrimp salad on the table and she mentioned that Mario had cooked for her."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Apparently, Darcy had sent Mario over to her house to make sure she was eating." He lowered his voice. "She had a death in the family from what I hear."

Elizabeth let out a small laugh. "Something like that."

Jane said, "William sent Mario over to make sure Sarah was alright?"

Hurst nodded. "Sarah was a bit embarrassed." He strolled around the counter, opened the refrigerator, and poked and prodded at the packages that Mario had stored in there. "Quite unexpected."

Jane said, "It's actually very sweet."

"I suppose so." He bent down to examine some custard on the bottom shelf. "But, that's William. Always trying to take care of everyone."

"Gil, I don't think you're supposed to be going through that stuff."

He waved his hand without looking up at Elizabeth.

Charles walked into the kitchen. "Gil! Get out of there. Will specifically said you weren't supposed to go into the refrigerator."

He shut the door and when Gil turned around there was a hint of a pout on his lips. "Carmen doesn't mind when I go through the fridge."

"Yes, well, this is also a party. Will didn't hire Mario just so you could indulge yourself."

"No, but he would be happy to anyway."

Charles shook his head.

Jane said, "You two talk like brothers."

Louisa entered the kitchen. "Gil, you can't hide in the kitchen forever."

"I wasn't hiding." He cleared his throat. "I was just trying to get a sneak preview of what's coming out next."

Charles said, "We better join the rest of the party. If Mario catches all of us in here, I'm sure it won't be nice."

Elizabeth followed them all out of the kitchen. They all moved through the crowd together. They were shortly joined by Richard and Charlotte. Elizabeth greeted them, but did not join in any of the conversations. Her eyes were searching for someone, yet she was unaware of it.

"Are you alright?"

Elizabeth looked at Charlotte. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then who are you looking for?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You keep looking around the room like you're looking for someone."

"I was just. . . there's so many people here. I don't know any of them."

"Trust me. You're not missing anything."

"Right."

Caroline cut in front of Charlotte to talk to Richard. "Where's William?"

"I'm not his keeper, Caroline."

"I haven't seen him for the last half hour. Not since he-" She scanned the room and saw Elizabeth standing next to Charlotte. "Oh. There you are."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Our tryst was interrupted by his hosting responsibilities." Charlotte and Richard shared the same shocked expression as Caroline. Elizabeth continued, "He said I should meet him upstairs in ten minutes which he said would be enough time to get rid of everyone."

The crimson color on Caroline's cheeks deepened. "Has anyone ever told you it's quite vulgar to spread lies about someone as distinguished as William?"

"If that were true," Elizabeth stepped in front of Caroline, "You're the most vulgar person I know."

Richard stepped in and put an arm around Elizabeth's shoulder. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something." He led her away while Charlotte appeased Caroline by asking her about her new designer dress.

When they were some distance away from Caroline, Richard said, "What was that about?"

It took a minute before Elizabeth said, "She just annoys me."

"She's annoyed you before, but you've never gone for the jugular like that."

"Caroline is a grown woman. She can handle it."

"And that tryst comment?"

"I only said it because I knew it would irk her."

"Are you really meeting William upstairs in ten minutes?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth and then shut it. After a second, she said, "Alright. Maybe I got a bit carried away."

"I'm sure William would be glad to make your lie the truth."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, yes, I would."

"You better not say anything."

"Of course, I'm going to say something."

"Richard." She had a fist planted on her hip.

He gave her a polite smile and pointed out that Charlotte was approaching them. Elizabeth's expression softened. She was relieved that Charlotte did not ask what happened. Instead, Charlotte talked about how good the food was.

Richard listened to them, but was wrapped up in his own thoughts. He knew something was different about Elizabeth. What he witnessed between them was more than just Elizabeth trying to get Caroline's goat. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was as if Elizabeth was marking her territory. It was a crude metaphor, but it was the closest he could think of at the moment. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. Elizabeth likes William.

Several hours later, the party had thinned out. Georgiana was saying goodbye to the guests, but William was still no where to be seen. Caroline had even given up on seeing him and left the party. She comforted herself with the fact that at least he wasn't lost with Elizabeth.

While Elizabeth was talking to Hurst about how gelato was a seriously misunderstood dessert, something caught her eye and when she looked up, it was Georgiana, flagging her down.

Elizabeth excused herself from Gil and walked over towards Georgiana who was standing in the doorway to the foyer. "Is something the matter?"

"People are leaving and William hasn't been here to say goodbye. Will you get him for me?"

"I would, but I don't know where he is."

"He's in the study. He's been talking to his lawyer all evening. I don't know what could be so important that it couldn't wait until Monday." Georgiana pointed down the hall and said it was the first door on the right.

Elizabeth walked to the study. She knew William was committed to his work, but she didn't think he would allow it to interfere with his social obligations. She hesitated before she knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, she heard a voice say, "Come in."

"Georgiana, I'll be there-" When William saw it was Elizabeth, not Georgiana at the door, he said, "Oh. I wasn't expecting you."

"I'm sorry to interrupt." She snuck a glance at the gentleman in a designer suit. "Georgiana sent me to get you. A lot of your guests are leaving and I think she wants you to be there."

"Leaving?" He looked at his watch. "I didn't realize it was so late."

The other gentleman checked his watch too. "I hope Alexis isn't too upset that I left her to fend for herself."

"I'm sorry for that."

"It's alright. About this case. I think if we-"

"Gabe, let me introduce you to Elizabeth." He guided the gentleman towards her. "Gabe, this is Elizabeth Bennet." He shook her hand, but when William said her last name, understanding dawned on him. "Pleased to meet you."

"Elizabeth, this is Gabe Halifax, my attorney."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Halifax."

"Please, call me Gabe."

She smiled. "It must be an important case you two were discussing to keep you both away from the party."

Gabe gave her a sincere smile. "It's very important." He turned to William. "We'll continue our discussion another time. I have to go check on Alexis."

William nodded.

When Gabe left the room, Elizabeth said, "Again, I'm sorry to interrupt you."

"It's alright. I shouldn't have been away from the party so long. Have a lot of people gone home?"

"It looks like it."

He walked towards the door, but stopped. He turned to face her and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

She nodded. "It was a nice party."

"Georgiana did an excellent job of putting things together."

"She was worried about how it would go, but I think it went well."

"Good." He stood in place, running his hand through his hair. "Before you arrived, Jane had mentioned that you were with your father and Lydia."

"Yes. We were talking to a lawyer."

"I hope everything is alright."

"Everything's fine."

"Good." He did not believe her.

"There is one thing."

"Yes?"

"My uncle might be contacting you."

"Your uncle?"

"I mean, he's our lawyer."

"Oh."

"I had mentioned that George has a trust fund and that you were put in charge of it."

"I see."

"But, I made it clear that you told me that in confidence. My uncle understands and will only contact you if it becomes necessary."

"I can call him myself."

"That won't be necessary."

"But, I can-"

"No."

He stared at her.

"I. . . a civil case is a last resort."

He studied her for a moment before he said, "Alright."

"Georgiana is waiting for you."

"Right."

They walked out of the study and reached the foyer. They saw Georgiana close the door.

"Where is everyone?" William scanned the foyer and the living area.

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"You missed an excellent party." She kissed her brother. "Richard wants you to call him." Then she kissed Elizabeth. "I'm exhausted. Goodnight." Georgiana climbed the stairs and disappeared.

Elizabeth and William were now quite alone.

Elizabeth shifted in her spot. "I should get going."

"Alright."

Elizabeth went to the closet and got her coat and purse.

"How did you know where to get your things?"

"I was here last weekend, helping Georgiana with a paper."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

She walked towards the door, but stopped in mid-stride when she saw what was above the door.

William followed her line of vision. "Oh, no."

"Is that-"

"Yes."

"It's," she cleared her throat. "Unusually large."

That was an understatement. Instead of a sprig of mistletoe over the door, there was a veritable bush sprawled on the ledge over the door.

"I suppose she didn't want anyone to miss it."

"I've never seen anything like that."

"My sister can be. . . inventive sometimes."

Elizabeth let out a small laugh.

They stood there for a few moments, looking at the vegetation over the door.

"You know, we don't have to. . . Georgiana would never know."

She looked at William. "True."

"Mistletoe was originally used to promote good will, not kissing."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I don't know why, but somehow kissing became a form of wishing others good will."

"Well, I think it's much better to receive a kiss than a handshake."

"That's true." He hesitated before he said, "But, kissing is very personal. It shouldn't be given because of some trivial plant."

"Even if the other person wants to wish someone good will."

"If that's all, then a handshake would be appropriate."

Her eyebrow arched. "So, do you think we should shake on it then?"

"That would probably be best."

"You really think so?"

"The last time we kissed under a mistletoe, the results were quite disastrous."

"Oh, right." She looked up at the mistletoe. "What if this time it were different?"

"How?"

"This time I would really be wishing you goodwill."

"Then I think a handshake would suffice."

It took her a moment to hold out her hand. "I hope you have a nice holiday."

He squeezed her hand. "I hope you have the same." He opened the door and watched her walk down the steps. Her car was directly in front of the house.

When her car disappeared through the gate, William shut the door. He doubted she would ever know how much effort it took him not to give in to his desires. However, he was determined if Elizabeth was going to kiss him, it was going to be because she wanted to, not because she had to.

Chapter 16 ~ Solitude

Posted on Sunday, 19 October 2003

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude.
~ Jose-Pierre Louis Aragon "Rescherches sur la sexualite"

Elizabeth sat on a bench in the courtyard located across the street from the DFD Publishing building. It was lunch time and she was taking advantage of the rare opportunity to leave the office. Although it was winter, a Southern California winter consists of temperatures in the low 70s accompanied with occasional nippy breezes and scant rain.

Elizabeth tilted her head back, enjoying the cloudless sky and crisp afternoon sun. Christmas and New Year's were long gone, and another holiday was already approaching-St. Valentine's Day. It was Wednesday and Valentine's Day fell on Friday. Elizabeth did not always dread this holiday, but this was the first year that most of her friends were in a relationship except her on this holiday.

She had a few more minutes to spare before she had to go back upstairs to the office. She finished her lunch and had brought a book to read, but it could not capture her attention. Lately, her thoughts always strayed towards him. The last time she had seen him was the evening of the Darcys' Holiday party. She remembered how he had an almost protective hold on her when she first arrived. It made her nervous, but now Elizabeth tried to remember how the pressure of his hand felt on her back. They were brief moments and it was difficult to remember what it felt like.

With the coming holiday of love and devotion, Elizabeth felt the keen loss of what might have been. She was not sure what could have happened between them, but she was opened to the idea of something, anything happening even if it were brief.

But, she knew hoping was for nothing. She knew he wanted nothing from her.

Every time she replayed the memory of him asking for a handshake instead of a kiss under the mistletoe, it reaffirmed her opinion that there was no hope for anything more. Why would a man refuse a kiss from a woman? She knew at least one reason, and Elizabeth knew that William Darcy was not gay.

Another reason she supposed was that he wanted nothing more than to be just friends. It was too late to pursue anything more.

She had come to this conclusion a dozen times before. If he had wanted her, she believed he would have acted without hesitation. She could only hope for friendship now.

But, she could not even act on that because he was not around.

She knew he had been away on business. At first, she thought perhaps he kept himself away because of her, but then she realized that this time last year, he was away during the same period. Richard had picked up the slack while he was away and they were working longer because of it. She did not mind it at all. At least, when she was busy, she was not thinking of him.

If Elizabeth thought she had successfully concealed her feelings, she was mistaken. At first, it was Richard who noticed her preoccupation. He knew it had something to do with William, but when ever his name came up, Elizabeth acted as if she could care less about what was happening with William. That behavior caused Richard to believe something was the matter. He also could not figure out what was wrong with his cousin. Every time Richard brought up Elizabeth, William would either change the subject or end the conversation abruptly.

Next, Jane suspected something was the matter when Elizabeth returned home from the Holiday party in low-spirits. Parties usually had the opposite effect on Elizabeth and when Jane tried to ask her what was the matter, Elizabeth merely attributed it to being tired.

What happened next was that Richard spoke to Charlotte and Jane to Charles about Elizabeth and a growing concern formed amongst Elizabeth's closest friends. They decided an intervention was needed. They would have preferred that William was present, but since he was not, they had to be content with working only on Elizabeth at the moment.

Their first attempt was that evening. It started as a ripple first with Richard pointing out how they had a good time at the Holiday party and how nice it would be if they could have a small get together. Then Jane got wind of it through Charles and it was enough for Jane to set things in motion.

Jane arranged it so that Richard, Charlotte, Charles, and Elizabeth would all go out to dinner together. Then after dinner they would return to Jane and Elizabeth's apartment for dessert.

She checked her watch and saw that it was time to return to work. She gathered her things and proceeded to head back to the office. If anything, she decided that she would enjoy good company this evening.

When Elizabeth stepped off the elevator and onto her floor, she was met with a frenzy of activity. Assistants and interns were running around and every now and then she would hear whispered words like 'his great aunt'. She did not recall any meetings or appointments on the schedule for any aunt to show up.

When she got to her desk, she saw that Marie was scrambling through some papers and fielding calls at the same time. Next to her computer, there was an arrangement of daisies.

She bent down and smelled the fresh cut flowers. "Who sent you flowers, Marie?"

Marie hung up the phone. "Where have you been? Never mind. I'm glad you're back."

"What's going on?"

"I've had to push back appointments and reschedule meetings."

Elizabeth side stepped out of the way for Marie. "Why? What happened? Is Richard alright?"

Marie gave her a pained expression, ignoring her question. "He's with his aunt."

"Now? In his office?"

"Yes. She strode into his office, shut the door, and I was told by her not to disturb them."

"How long have they been in there?"

"Over an hour."

She shook her head. "I don't care who she is, we have a company to run." And with that, Elizabeth walked through Richard's office door.

"Tell me now. Who is-" Catherine turned to see who had so rudely interrupted her. "I told you we were not to be disturbed."

"You didn't tell me anything. Richard, what's going on? You've got-"

"Who are you? Do you know who I am? You've interrupted a very important-"

"I apologize for the interruption, but it has been over an hour and my assistant, Marie, has had to cancel and reschedule several appointments that were made in advance. If this is very important, perhaps we can schedule another time that's more convenient-"

"I don't care if your assistant has had to reschedule a hundred appointments. I have a right to speak to my nephew and I will not be-"

"You're right, ma'am." Elizabeth steadied her voice. "You have every right to speak to your nephew, but if this is of a private matter concerning family, may I suggest another time? I'm sure you of all people know how important it is to maintain business contacts especially with Mr. Darcy away and Mr. Fitzwilliam currently shouldering those additional responsibilities himself."

Catherine narrowed her eyes on Elizabeth. After a moment, she said, "I'll have you know that I'm Catherine Debourgh and I shoulder as much responsibility as my nephews. However," her gaze relaxed, "I do know how important it is to maintain business contacts, and will only impose on my nephew for a few more minutes. I only want to know who his assistant is."

"That would be me." Elizabeth ignored Richard's shake of his head.

"You? And what is your name?"

"Elizabeth Bennet."

"Then it's true." Before Elizabeth could ask what she meant, Catherine Debourgh rose from her seat and turned to face her. "You're the one who's corrupted William."

Elizabeth had to force down a laugh that threatened to come out. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about."

Richard finally interrupted. "Elizabeth, you don't have to say anything."

Catherine glared at her nephew. "She will explain herself."

"There's nothing to explain."

Catherine gave her a look of doubt. "Then why has William hired Gabe Halifax to pursue a case against George Wickham on behalf of your sister?"

Elizabeth's mouth dropped, but she was quick to recover. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never spoken to him about it or asked him to pursue a case against George Wickham."

"I told you, Aunt Catherine. Elizabeth doesn't know anything about it."

Elizabeth digested Richard's words.

Catherine continued, "Of course she does. She's sleeping with him."

"Aunt Catherine! That was uncalled for!"

"I'm what?"

"You deny it? Weren't you the last to leave his house on the night of the party?"

"Yes, but-"

"You can't also deny that you're having a clandestine affair with him as well?"

"Aunt Catherine, I have to ask you stop. Your accusations are completely unfounded."

"She was practically confessing the affair to one of your trusted editors at the party."

Before Richard could say anymore, Elizabeth said, "What happens between William and I is our business. It's not any business of yours or anyone else who doesn't have anything to do with us."

"You can't be serious. You're merely an assistant. An assistant with lofty goals and a crafty way of achieving them."

"I'm an assistant and I've never used my position to gain anything."

"That's not what I hear. You tried to steal one of the editor's positions by taking credit for her work."

"Aunt Catherine-"

"No, Richard. If you're aunt chooses to listen to an embittered woman who can only wish she had something with William, then so be it." She looked at Catherine. "I know who I am, what I've done, and where I stand. I don't have to explain it to you."

Elizabeth turned to leave, but Catherine said, "No one talks to me like that. Tell me, now. Are you having an affair with William?"

Elizabeth gave her a begrudging answer. "No."

"You must promise never to have an affair or any kind of relationship with him."

"I will do no such thing."

"It's not common knowledge, but he and my stepdaughter, Anne, have had a special kind of relationship."

Elizabeth caught the slight shake of Richard's head.

Catherine continued, "It's fine for him to sow his oats, but you can't expect anything more. He has serious intentions towards Anne."

"If that is what William wants, then I'll accept it." Catherine's features relaxed, but Elizabeth continued, "But, I won't promise anything if he doesn't have any serious intentions towards Anne."

Before Catherine could say anymore, Richard said, "This conversation has come to a close." He walked around his desk and guided his aunt out of the office. "Aunt Catherine, if you'd like to discuss this further, you can call me anytime."

Elizabeth watched as Richard walked his aunt to the elevator. She told Marie that Richard was available and went through some papers that had accumulated on her desk.

When Richard returned, Marie said, "Richard, I've got your next-"

"Hold my calls, Marie." He looked at Elizabeth. "I want to speak to you inside my office."

Elizabeth entered his office and shut the door behind her. She took a deep breath before she sat down. "Richard-"

He held up his hand. It was a moment before he could speak. "I'm at a loss for words. I don't think there's anything I could say that would-"

"I'm sorry, Richard. I tried to be diplomatic, but-"

"Wait, you're not apologizing."

"I am. I know I shouldn't have come in here like I did and then argued with your aunt."

"Elizabeth," he stood up and sat next to her, "I thought you handled yourself very well."

"Oh."

"My aunt said some hurtful things. Not many people would be able to stand up to her like you did."

Elizabeth let out the breath she was holding.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'll be fine. I just . . . I know it's not certain, but I can't believe Caroline would go as far as. . ."

"I know. I'm going to do some investigating before I confront her."

"What do you mean by confronting her?"

"We're going to have a little talk about her leaving the company."

"You're firing her?"

"It's the least she deserves."

"But-"

"Do you really think she should stay?"

"No, but like you said, we don't know if it's really her."

"You heard what my aunt said. Both instances, the party and the presentation, both imply that it was Caroline who fed those lies to her."

"But, we can't prove that."

"Don't worry about that part. I'll take care of it."

"What are you going to do?"

"What I should've done a long time ago."

"Richard-"

"It's already done, Elizabeth."

"I just . . . I have one question."

He waited for her to continue.

"How did she get the idea that I asked William to pursue a case against George?"

"Perhaps it was more of Caroline's suppositions."

"I find that hard to believe. I haven't been sharing anything about Lydia's case with anyone since Collins tried to interview her."

Richard hesitated. Then he said, "I can't say, Elizabeth, but I'll make sure nothing else is said about Lydia and her case."

"Thank you." She felt there was something else, but she could not put her finger on it.

She left his office and returned to her desk. Elizabeth figured Marie was running around somewhere, and that she should help her. But, she needed a moment to herself. She was a little shaken from her encounter with Catherine Debourgh. Just a half hour before she was contemplating the idea of being more than friends with William. Then to be confronted about actually having an affair with him was almost ridiculous.

Her eyes wandered towards the bouquet on her desk. She looked around for a card, but there wasn't one.

Marie stopped by Elizabeth's desk. "Is it alright if I take a break? I'm starving."

"Of course, Marie. But, before you go, who gave you the flowers?"

"Me?" Marie looked at the bouquet. "Those aren't for me. They're for you."

"Me? Are you sure?"

"That's what the delivery guy said."

"But, where's the card? Who are they from?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lip when she spoke, "There wasn't a card, but the delivery guy said it was from An Admirer."

Elizabeth looked at her with disbelief.

"I swear that's what he said." Marie turned and walked away.

Elizabeth had no idea who they could be from. She decided to try something. She went to Richard's office. When she opened the door, he was typing on his computer.

"Richard, is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Oh, by the way, thanks for the flowers."

"Flowers? What flowers?"

"Uh. . . sorry. My mistake." She left his office.

Richard followed her. "What flowers, Elizabeth?" As soon as he reached her desk, he saw the white daisies. "Someone sent you flowers?"

"Yeah." Elizabeth tried to look busy.

"Who?"

"I don't know."

He looked around her desk. "No card?"

"Nope."

"What did the delivery guy say?"

She shrugged.

"Elizabeth, I'm going to find out one way or the other."

She let out a short breath. "He said they're from An Admirer."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"They're probably from my dad or uncle."

"I doubt it."

Her eyes narrowed. "Do you know who they're from?"

"No, I don't."

"Is that the truth?"

He held up his hands. "It's the truth. If I knew, I'd tell you."

She knew he would. He probably would not let her live it down. "Go back to work."

He saluted her. "Yes, ma'am."

She shook her head and got back to work herself. At least, she tried to. Every now and then her attention would be drawn to the lovely daisies on her desk.

Dinner had went well. Elizabeth, at first, felt apprehensive about being the only single person among her friends. They were each paired so well. Richard and Charlotte had gotten over the initial infatuations at the beginning of a relationship and had moved into a more comfortable familiarity. Charles and Jane were a stage ahead of them. Although there was a sense of familiarity between Jane and Charles, there was also a firm attachment that gave the impression of devotion and love. Elizabeth was pleased that she could witness such a positive change in her friends.

Her friends never made her feel like a fifth wheel and they made every effort to her include her in conversations. Sometimes William's name came up, but it was just in passing. She knew he was away on business, but she learned that he would still be away another month. Charles had commented that he makes this trip every year, but that William could delegate responsibilities to others. Richard pointed out that he should, but until something forced him to prioritize his life, his three month business trip every year would continue.

Elizabeth did not give much thought to Richard's and Charles' conversation. She did not think anything could force William to lessen his responsibilities to DFD.

They were all now at Jane's and Elizabeth's apartment, eating dessert. Jane had made a decadent chocolate cake, knowing it would put Elizabeth in a good mood.

This is how the contingent plan began.

Jane, Elizabeth, and Charlotte were in the kitchen, making coffee and cutting the cake. It was Jane who began the conversation.

"Charlotte, do you and Richard have anything special planned for Valentine's Day this Friday?"

"Friday we plan to have dinner, but over the weekend we're going to a Bed and Breakfast in Santa Barbara."

"That sounds lovely."

"What about you and Charles?"

"We have similar plans. Dinner Friday night, and we're going to San Francisco over the weekend. We'll be back Monday."

Elizabeth asked, "Why don't you guys leave after work on Friday."

"Richard said he had a few things to wrap up at work."

"I also have some things to wrap up at work. I can't cut out early." Jane said, hoping Elizabeth did not suspect anything.

There was a pause in the conversation.

Then Elizabeth said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing for Valentine's Day?"

Charlotte and Jane gave her apologetic looks and before either of them could say anything, Elizabeth said, "It's alright." She waved her hand. "My plans aren't as romantic as either of yours."

Jane said, "What were you going to do?"

"I think I'll watch some movies."

"Romantic comedies?" Asked Charlotte.

"Actually, I was thinking of watching both of The Lord of the Rings movies. There's something to be said about a bunch of men running around the countryside sticking swords into ungodly creatures."

By now, the ladies had joined Charles and Richard in the living room with the cake.

Richard said, "Those men have a noble purpose. They are trying to save Middle Earth."

"Right." Elizabeth sat in an armchair. "Whatever their purpose, as long as I get to see Orlando Bloom talk in Elvish and use a bow, I'm happy."

Richard shook his head. "You have totally objectified a movie that has adapted one of the best novels of our time."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Like it hasn't been done before."

Before Richard could harp on the merits of JRR Tolkein's masterpieces, Charlotte said, "So, Charles, Jane said that you both were going to have dinner on Friday night. Where are you going? Or is that a surprise?"

"No, actually. Jane loved the food at Darcy's party, so she wanted to try Mario's restaurant."

"Vincelli's, right?"

Charles nodded, savoring the chocolate cake.

Charlotte looked at Richard. "Isn't that where we're having dinner?"

Richard nodded also, savoring the chocolate cake.

Jane said, "Maybe we could all have dinner together. I'm sure Mario won't mind if we combined our dinner reservations."

"I'm sure he won't mind." Each lady looked at her beau with expectant looks.

Richard said, "Yeah, I'll ask Mario."

Charles said, "It shouldn't be a problem."

Richard said, "It'll be kind of like tonight."

Charles said, "That'll be fun." He looked at Elizabeth. "You should join us."

Elizabeth put her plate on the coffee table. "It's one thing if it's just an evening out, but I'm not so sure about joining all of you for Valentine's Day."

Richard said, "It's not a big deal."

Jane said, "It'll be fun."

Elizabeth said, "It could be an inconvenience for Mario. It's a Friday, plus it's a holiday."

Richard said, "Mario will make it happen."

Charlotte said, "You love Mario's cooking."

Charles said, "Gil and Louisa will probably be joining us."

Elizabeth hesitated. "Gil and Louisa will be there?"

"I don't think they have any set plans." Charles knew his brother-in-law was not one for planning ahead.

"It would be nice to see Gil . . . and Louisa."

Jane said, "We could bring back dessert here." She gave Elizabeth a playful look. "Of course, if you don't mind us infringing on your Orlando Bloom time."

Elizabeth let out a small laugh. "I suppose I could allow this."

"We should all do this more often." Offered Charles.

Charlotte agreed. "We spend so much time working. We hardly get to do anything together outside of it."

Charles said, "Should we set aside Wednesday nights for our get togethers?"

Everyone agreed. Elizabeth also agreed, with a little wariness. She felt like something was going on, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

And as if on cue, Charlotte said, "So, Elizabeth, did you find out who sent those flowers?"

She shifted in her seat. "Uh . . . well, Richard said he didn't send them, so did Charles." They all watched her, waiting for her to continue. "I asked my dad and now I wish I hadn't. He won't let me live it down."

"So, you don't have any idea who this Admirer could be?"

Elizabeth saw that Charles was asking in earnest. "I don't have any idea."

Richard said, "Who knows that daisies are your favorite flower?"

"Well, Jane does and so does Charlotte." Elizabeth thought a moment. "I think my mom does, but I don't think it's her. She would've said something when I called the house. My dad made sure she knew and she couldn't stop rhapsodizing about how romantic it was."

"Are you sure only Charlotte and Jane know?"

"I'm pretty sure-" She hesitated.

"What?"

"I . . . well, last weekend, I was spending time with Georgiana and I forget how it came up, but she asked me what my favorite flower is."

"So, you think they're from Georgiana?"

"I think it's a good guess."

Charles said, "Well, there's also the fact that she does have a brother who, if I seem to remember correctly, was quite-"

"There's no way they're from him."

"Why not?" Richard asked.

Elizabeth stood up and paced back and forth in the living room. "Because . . . I haven't seen or heard from him in almost two months and then out of the blue he sends flowers?"

Charles added, "Valentine's Day is in a couple of days."

"Yeah, but you know William. He's not the type to anonymously send flowers to a woman he hasn't seen or talked to in a while."

Charlotte said, "That does seem unlikely."

Jane said, "It is hard to believe."

Charles and Richard looked at Jane and Charlotte with disbelief.

Charlotte said, "I'm just saying that I understand Elizabeth's point of view. I'd feel the same way. If I hadn't spoken to or seen Richard in a couple of months, I'd probably find it unbelievable that out of nowhere he would send me flowers."

"Maybe he's trying to open the lines of communication." Richard said.

"If that were the case, I'm sure Elizabeth would prefer he pick up the phone and call."

"Maybe he's unsure of what his reception would be and thinks this might break the ice."

"If he's serious about communicating, then he should talk to her."

"They haven't had the greatest start."

"And sending flowers out of the blue will make it better?"

"Wait-" Elizabeth said.

"At least, he's trying."

"You call that-"

"Stop." Elizabeth stood in the middle of the room. "Look, this isn't worth getting in an argument. We'll just forget about it."

They all protested, disagreeing to just drop the matter.

Elizabeth said, "Alright. I'll call Georgiana to thank her and if she says they're from William . . . I. . ."

"You'll call him?"

"I'll worry about it if it comes to that."

Richard was about to say something, but Charlotte halted his words with a warning expression.

It was Charles who ventured to say, "I'm sure he would like hearing from you very much."

She gave him a small smile, but she thought, I would too.

Later that night, Elizabeth lay on her bed, contemplating the discussion about her calling William about the flowers. She had called Georgiana, but only got her voicemail. Elizabeth figured Georgiana was with Craig. Georgiana had been spending a lot of time at Charlotte's brothers' bar, Lucas. When Craig finally got the courage after she had been visiting the bar almost every weekend, he asked her out on a date. That was last week and now they were almost inseparable.

She had put so much hope into the idea that it was Georgiana. It had to be. For two months, Elizabeth had suppressed any lingering feelings of hope for William. It had been easy to suppress those feelings. He had not been around and he had not attempted to contact her.

Now with the possibility that he might be trying to open some line of communication, it was bittersweet torture. She was still unsure if the flowers were from him and if she thanked him for them and found out later that he had not sent them. . . Elizabeth turned on her side and let out a deep sigh. She would look extremely foolish.

But, she could not also deny that the possibility that something could happen was incredibly enticing. Elizabeth's wonderings had gone beyond curiosity and into full fledge fantasies. She did not indulge in them often. In fact, Elizabeth made a concerted effort not to torture herself that way, but then something would stir her memory, a smell or a taste, and she would be lost in the memory of kissing William under the mistletoe and imagining a different outcome that night when he found her on the balcony at Richard's parent's house.

She sat up in her bed and took a deep breath. Elizabeth hated this uncertainty and frustration. She was not used to sitting on the sidelines, watching things happen. She was either a part of what was happening or the cause of it.

She turned on her lamp, got out of bed, and walked to her desk. She stood there for a moment, staring at her laptop as if it were Pandora's box. Elizabeth did not have the courage to call William directly. She probably could get his phone number from Richard or Georgiana, but she was not ready to answer questions about what she was going to do because she was not sure herself.

Before she knew it, Elizabeth was at her desk with her laptop open and connected to the internet. She looked through the company directory and found the e-mail address she had been searching for. At the realization of what she was going to do, Elizabeth held herself back. Was she really going to e-mail William?

Even though her resolve was not certain, she was already composing a message in her mind to him. She reminded herself not to ramble on. Make it precise, but friendly. And above all keep the tone of desperation out of the message.

She had half her message in her mind when she opened her e-mail program and began typing.

Dear William,

She was not sure if that was right. Right in the sense that she should address him so informally. Their relationship was not that casual. She highlighted the opening, deleted it, and started again.

To Mr. Darcy:

She hung her head down. Elizabeth thought, He'll think I want to keep my distance. Wait, do I want to keep my distance? Uh . . . no, not really, but I don't want to sound desperate. GEES, Elizabeth. It's just the opening. She shook her head and decided to get on with the rest of her letter before any more self doubt destroyed her resolve.

To Mr. Darcy:

I hope this message finds you in good humor. I'm a bit at a loss for words. Actually, I'm not sure how to begin. I promised myself that I wouldn't ramble, but I'm afraid that some rambling is required to explain my dilemma.

I received a bouquet of daisies today, but I wasn't there when they arrived and there was no card included. The sender of the bouquet became a subject of debate after dinner with Charles, Jane, Richard, and Charlotte. We've narrowed down the suspects to two people. You or Georgiana.

I'm inclined to think it was Georgiana because I remember mentioning to her last weekend what my favorite flower is when I saw her. However, Richard and Charles were quite insistent that it might be you. Of course, I told them it was utterly ridiculous that it would be you. Not that I think you're a ridiculous person. But, you don't strike me as the type to send flowers to a woman you haven't spoken to or have seen in a couple of months.

I've already tried to call Georgiana to ask her, but she was not answering her phone. I believe she's spending time with Craig.

I was brought up to thank someone right away when a gift has been given. You don't know how much it's driving me crazy that I'm not sure who I'm supposed to show my gratitude towards.

So, I'm sitting here, typing this message to you at one-thirty in the morning, knowing I'm making a complete ass out of myself, but at least I'm thanking you.

However, after saying the last part, I do also realize that I could be making a bigger ass out of myself if it wasn't you who sent the flowers. If that's the case, then . . . well, now this is really awkward.

I could do the nice thing and ask how you're doing. But, I know that you're away on business which makes me think you're very busy, and that I've already wasted your time with this moronic letter.

I don't want to waste anymore of your time, so I will say thank you for the lovely flowers. They kept me pleasantly distracted at work. If it wasn't you who sent them, you may disregard this letter and I hope that your business trip is going well.

Elizabeth hesitated before she added the last part:

Even though the holidays are over, I also hope that you didn't have to wish too many women good will because of some hanging mistletoe.

Elizabeth Bennet

And as if to clarify who she is in case he didn't remember, she added:

Your cousin Richard's assistant

The next morning when Elizabeth woke up, the first thing she did was she checked her e-mail. No response. Even though she had only written the message a few hours ago, she had hoped to have a reply soon. She was sure it was sent. Maybe he was offended by what she wrote? She looked in her folder for sent items and reread the e-mail she had sent.

Elizabeth cradled her head in her hands when she was done. How could she have been so stupid? To have sent a message that sounded so daft and expect William to just want to open up to her and. . . She closed her e-mail program and put her laptop to sleep. The day seemed so long already. She was determined to put what she had done out of her mind, but even as she was getting ready for work, Elizabeth could not help hoping that William would reply regardless of her moment of weakness.

Chapter 17 ~ Mending

Posted on Sunday, 26 October 2003

Write to me. . . And let not the ink serve as a mask.
~ Manual Ugarte, letter to Delmira Agustini

"William, we have to talk about Elizabeth."

"There's nothing to talk about." William stood in front of the ceiling to floor window of his suite that overlooked the city of New York. It was evening and white, red, and blue lights dotted the metropolitan skyline.

"Are you serious? Are you telling me you don't want to have anything to do with her?"

William ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't say that, Richard."

"Then what are you saying?"

"Look, I have a meeting-"

"I thought you said you were finished for the day."

"It's actually a dinner meeting."

"Who are you having dinner with?"

"Someone."

"Someone?" There was a pause before Richard said, "Are you going on a date?" When William did not reply right away, Richard said, "I can't believe you. How could you do this?"

"It's not exactly a date. Well, it is, but I was set up."

"And you agreed?"

"I owed Emma."

"I don't care-" Richard thought for a moment. "Oh. I see." It was quiet for a moment before he continued, "We really need to do something about Caroline."

"I know."

"No, you don't." Richard began to explain how Aunt Catherine had come into his office accusing Elizabeth of having an affair with William and how she persuaded him to hire Gabe to pursue a civil case against George Wickham.

After a moment, William said, "And you think that Caroline told our aunt all those lies."

"I'm pretty sure it was her. Aunt Catherine made references about Elizabeth trying to steal an editor's job away and that you and Elizabeth are sleeping together."

"Wait, what? Caroline told Aunt Catherine that Elizabeth and I were sleeping together. How did she come up with that?"

Richard explained the confrontation between Elizabeth and Caroline at the Holiday party.

"Elizabeth said that?!"

"Oh, now you want to talk about Elizabeth? I'm afraid I can't keep Charlotte waiting any longer."

"No, wait." He hesitated, "I'm sorry. I just. . . I couldn't talk about Elizabeth before because I. . . I didn't want to jinx myself."

"What do you mean, jinx yourself?"

William let out a deep breath. "I was so sure that Elizabeth would want to be with me and when it turned out she couldn't even trust me, I knew I blew it."

"So. . ."

"So, what?"

"That's it? That's all. You're not going to do anything else?"

"Well, I tried. I put Gabe on George Wickham's case and it seems everything's taken care of."

"What do you mean?"

"The blood tests were found, so there was no problem proving Lydia had drugs in her system."

"They wouldn't have found the blood in the first place if Gabe hadn't put pressure on them to find it."

"I suppose so."

"What do you mean you suppose so? If you hadn't allowed Gabe to use your name and the threat of lawsuits against the state, they probably would not have found it as quickly as they did."

William did not say anything.

"I didn't tell Elizabeth anything about Gabe's involvement with the case, but you can't expect her to stay ignorant of it forever. I'm sure Aunt Catherine's accusations has the wheels turning in her head."

"But, I don't want her to know."

"Why not?"

"Because I want her affection. Not gratitude."

It was a moment before Richard said, "I believe you already have one of those."

"Yeah, sure."

"Were you listening when I told you what she said to Caroline at the party?"

"I'm sure she was just trying to annoy Caroline."

"She knows other ways to annoy Caroline, but instead Elizabeth practically admitted that she would have a tryst with you."

He was shaking his head even though Richard could not see him. "You're reading too much into that."

"How about the fact that whenever your name comes up, she acts like she doesn't care, but the look in her eyes says she wants to know more? How about the fact that when she's at your house with Georgiana, she sometimes stares at your portrait in the study? How about the fact that she received flowers yesterday and deep down she's hoping they're from you, but she's convinced herself that they're from your sister?"

"Wait. What flowers?"

"She received some flowers yesterday with no card and the delivery guy said that they were from An Admirer." He let out a short sigh. "You didn't send them, did you?"

"No. I didn't."

With his free hand, Richard rubbed at the dull ache in his temple. "Damn. So, it must've been Georgiana."

"Why would she do that? Georgiana knows that-"

"She knows that something has to be done about you two."

"There's nothing that needs to be done."

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you giving up so easily?"

"Who said I'm giving up? There has to be something to give up in the first place."

"That's a bunch of crap."

"Richard, there's no need to get-"

"We've known each other for most of our lives. I've never seen you give up on anything like this before. Not even when your dad passed away."

"That's not fair."

"Not fair? You know what's not fair? Having the exasperating pleasure of knowing two of the most stubborn people in the world who want to be together, but won't admit it."

William closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his freehand. "How do I earn her trust? I've ruined her sister's future."

"You-What are you talking about?"

"If I had supported Georgiana and encouraged her to press charges against George Wickham, Lydia would've been saved from the whole ordeal. She wouldn't have been drugged or attacked. If I hadn't been so worried about a scandal or the company's reputation, Lydia would've been saved." He added, "How do you trust or let alone forgive someone for taking away a sister's innocence?"

"Gees. You really think Elizabeth holds you responsible for what happened to Lydia?"

"Why else would she not want me to know the details of the case?"

"I can't speak for Elizabeth, but if she's upset at you for this, then she would be upset with me too. I was as much a part of that as you are."

"No, you're not."

"I was there, William. And I'm the only one who knew about it. But, Elizabeth doesn't blame me or you. George Wickham is the criminal, not you. Elizabeth knows that."

William did not say anything.

"Will you at least talk to Georgie about the flowers? It's only fair for Elizabeth to know who they're from."

"Alright. I'll talk to Georgie about it."

"Are you also going to talk to Elizabeth?"

"I. . . If it comes to it, I will."

Richard let out a deep sigh. At least he's open to the idea.

They only talked for a minute longer before they ended their conversation. He looked down at his watch and realized he was going to be late for the blind date that Emma had set him up on. He took off his tie and on his way out he checked himself in the mirror hanging in the suite's foyer. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided that it would have to do. Besides, his thoughts would be elsewhere.

Friday had finally arrived, but Elizabeth welcomed it with half dread. She was relieved that the weekend had come, but it had been two days since she received the flowers and she had not heard from William or Georgiana.

She had a feeling that Georgiana was avoiding her. Elizabeth had left several messages on her voicemail and somehow Georgiana had managed to return Elizabeth's calls whenever she was unable to get to the phone. She had not heard back from William either. She was no longer nervous about his reaction to her message. She was sure that her disturbing letter had scared any chance of hope for her and William.

Elizabeth comforted herself with the idea that she would not be alone this evening on Valentine's Day. She was going out with her friends to enjoy good food.

William sat in an overstuffed armchair in the den of his suite. His lap top and mounds of paperwork decorated the mahogany desk. He could've stayed at his loft in Manhattan, but he decided not to because he didn't want to worry about keeping the loft neat and preparing meals. In actuality, he didn't want to be alone.

He couldn't focus on his work because he had been trying to reach Georgiana ever since he spoke to Richard the previous day. He had been so distracted that his date ended early and Emma called him and asked why he ignored her friend all evening.

William hadn't meant to. He was just disturbed by the idea of Elizabeth receiving flowers from someone other than him. He hoped it was Georgiana because if it was another man. . . well, for now he just hoped it was Georgiana.

But, he hadn't been able to get in touch with her. They kept playing phone tag and William realized that Georgiana was avoiding him. He was annoyed by this tactic, but it gave him hope that it was she who sent the flowers.

Realizing that perhaps Georgiana had emailed him about plans she may have this weekend, he opened up his email program. It was not unusual for her to do this. In fact, she often emailed him because it saved time for her.

He had a dozen new emails. He scanned them looking for Georgiana's email address. He didn't see hers, but he saw one that caught his attention.

EMBennet@yahoo.com

He knew the name, but hardly believed it was really her. Could it be her? He read the title and it was A Letter of Sorts. He wasted no time opening and reading it.

He reread it several times. Many emotions stirred in him: Disbelief, shock, hope, and a little pleasure.

He tried calling Georgiana again, but this time with a threat that if she did not speak to him, he would have the electricity turned off in the house.

Several hours later, William had talked to Georgiana. She was finally forthcoming about sending the flowers when he threatened to with hold her trust fund. He had decided that he would have to handle the situation with great care.

There was a knock on his door. William stood up and walked away from his desk. When he opened the door, it was the concierge.

"Mr. Darcy, is your letter ready?"

"Not quite. Would you wait a few minutes?"

"Of course." The concierge waited in the foyer.

Several minutes later, William returned with a white envelope and handed it to the concierge. "Thank you for waiting."

"It was not a problem, Mr. Darcy."

"Have the other arrangements been made?"

"Yes. The florist said he would deliver everything according to the time you specified."

"Thank you."

The concierge nodded and exited the room.

William stood in the foyer for several minutes, hoping he did not make a big mistake.

After the dinner at Mario's restaurant, Vincelli's, Elizabeth felt as if she had partaken in a sumptuous banquet. Mario had reserved a private room in the back of the restaurant for all of them. They enjoyed delicious food and a picturesque view of a private courtyard.

When Mario was getting ready to present dessert, everyone, except Elizabeth and Hurst, admitted that they could not eat another bite. With a slight expression of disappointment, Mario acquiesced, but it was Hurst who saved the talented chef's feelings by saying, "But, we could take it with us, couldn't we? I'll be damned if I don't get any gelato or chocolate cake soufflé."

Elizabeth heartily agreed and Mario went off to pack seven servings of the delightful dessert.

They had returned to Jane and Elizabeth's apartment and were enjoying lively conversation and a special roast coffee that Charles had given to Jane as one of her Valentine's Day gifts.

"Elizabeth," Charlotte inhaled the rich aroma brimming from her cup, "Are you sure you're not going to have any of this?"

She nodded. "It smells great, but in the end, it'll taste like coffee."

"I don't know how she lives without this stuff." Jane shook her head.

Hurst grunted as he sipped his coffee.

Louisa said, "Charles, where did you find this? It's very good."

He thought for a few seconds. "You know, William has it in his office. I asked Sarah what kind of coffee it is and she said it's a French roast."

"Did she tell you where to get it?"

"No, actually she sent me a bag and ever since that, anytime I want more, I just ask Sarah."

Louisa gave her brother a good natured smile. "Well, some of us aren't so lucky in friends. Would you find out where she gets this, so that the rest of us can have some?"

Hurst said, "You don't think it's from France, do you?" He sipped his coffee and after a few minutes, said, "Although I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

Elizabeth asked, "Why?"

"Because he's William Darcy. It's always the best things in life for him."

Richard chuckled and then said, "He gets his steak from Kobe."

Elizabeth's brow wrinkled. "The basketball player?"

"No, the city in Japan."

"Oh." Elizabeth shrugged. "I can't really see him buying the meat specials at the market."

Hurst laughed. "True, but you have to keep an eye on him. He'll buy up the whole bakery."

Elizabeth smiled. "He has a weakness for sweets?"

He nodded, but gave her a knowing look. "You of all people should know that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

It was too late. Hurst could see her cheeks turning red. He continued, "I suppose you could say it's one of those little known facts about him. You'd never think that the CEO of a billion dollar company has a wicked sweet tooth."

"I would've never guessed it."

He leaned closer to her and in a conspirator's tone said, "If you ever want to gain the upper hand, throw in a promise for sweets."

"Any particular kind?"

"No. He's really pathetic that way."

"Isn't that like the pot calling the kettle black?" Louisa raised an eyebrow at her husband.

"I'm at least somewhat discriminate. I don't care for cookies too much."

"Really?" Elizabeth asked with genuine surprise.

He nodded. "But, William, bake him anything and he'll eat it."

Elizabeth laughed.

"Speaking of desserts," Jane stood up, "I think I'm ready for Mario's dessert now."

Elizabeth moved to help Jane, but it was Louisa who said, "I'll help."

They watched the two ladies leave the room. Then Richard said, "I don't recall Louisa ever being helpful in the kitchen."

Hurst snorted.

Charles said, "She's just trying to get to know Jane better."

Richard raised an eyebrow at him. "And why would Louisa want to know Jane better?"

Charles became flustered.

Hurst said, "Charles, I don't think I've ever seen your face turn that shade of red before."

After a few moments, of opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Charles blurted out, "I'm going to the kitchen."

Charlotte elbowed Richard in the side. "Don't do that. He's nervous enough as it is."

"Why?"

Charlotte bit her lower lip. "Uh. . . I think he just wants his family to like Jane."

"It's very hard no to." Hurst said.

"I think it's great Louisa wants to know Jane better." Richard said.

"Well, it's obvious that she is important to Charles."

Elizabeth said, "Things have been pretty serious between them. I've never seen Jane so happy in a relationship before."

Hurst raised an eyebrow. "Same with Charles."

"Do you-" Elizabeth hesitated. "How serious is Charles about Jane?"

Hurst shifted in his seat. "Well, it's really not my place to say."

Richard said, "Come on, Hurst. We're all friends here."

Elizabeth said, "Jane is my sister and if this is just a passing fancy for Charles-"

"A passing fancy?" He bristled at the comment and sat at the edge of his seat. "If this is a passing fancy, then why would he keep my wife awake nearly every night this week to talk about marriage."

Richard smiled, but Elizabeth and Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes.

It was Elizabeth who stuttered, "Ma-Marriage?"

"Uh. . . well-"

Now Elizabeth sat at the edge of her seat. "Charles is going to propose?"

"I didn't say-"

"Oh my gosh!" Charlotte smiled.

"I had a feeling, but I didn't think it would happen so soon."

"I know, but there so perfect for each other."

"Now, wait a minute. I didn't say-"

"Jane will make such a beautiful bride."

"I wonder how long their engagement will be."

"It will probably have to be at least a year. My mother-"

"Stop. I didn't say anything about a-"

"Oh. I think a summer wedding would be wonderful."

"I love summer. An outdoor wedding would be spectacular."

"Something with a scenic view. Like the ocean."

"I can totally picture that for Jane."

"Damn it! He hasn't even proposed and you two are already planning the wedding."

They both stared at Hurst for a few seconds and when the significance of his words set in, they grinned and he sank in his chair with his head in his hands.

"So, he is going to propose?" Elizabeth asked.

Hurst was shaking his head and mumbling something about female tricks.

Richard said, "That was dirty. When women start talking about weddings there is no way a man can do anything to stop it."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Guys are the same way with sports."

"Look," Richard said, "if Charles is going propose it's no one's business but his. He probably didn't say anything about it because of exactly what just happened."

Hurst lifted his head. "What did happen? One minute we were talking about desserts and the next thing I know, I'm giving away Charles' secret." He let out a deep sigh. "He's not going to forgive me for this."

Elizabeth reached over and gave him a reassuring squeeze on his arm. "I'm sorry, Gil. Charlotte and I didn't mean to put the pressure on. It was completely unintentional. It's just so exciting." She gave him a small smile. "And we won't say anything. I promise."

"You won't tell Jane?"

"Of course not! I want it to be a surprise for her, too."

Hurst's features relaxed. "Good. If he ever finds out, he'll never invite me over for dinner again."

At that moment, Louisa, Jane, and Charles returned to the living room with dessert to find Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Richard laughing while Hurst sipped his coffee.

Charles asked, "Did we miss anything?"

Hurst put his coffee down and cleared his throat. "No."

Richard said, "Actually, we were discussing how women have the upper hand in relationships."

Charlotte blinked several times.

Elizabeth said, "How is that possible?"

"Everything depends on what the woman is feeling or thinking."

Charlotte said, "Everything?"

"Alright. Maybe not everything, but most things."

Hurst nodded in agreement.

"Like what?"

"Well, if a woman expresses interest in a man, the man is not going to refuse the attention."

Elizabeth said, "It works both ways."

"Tell me what man would refuse receiving attention from a woman they're attracted to?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but then closed it. She smashed a piece of cake on her plate with the back of her fork. "I suppose a man wouldn't if he were attracted to her."

There was an awkward silence and Richard realized he must have hit a sensitive spot. He wondered how Elizabeth could think William was not attracted to her. He then realized that at the moment William had not been around to do anything to convince Elizabeth otherwise.

He was making a note to himself that he was going to give William another verbal flogging, when there was a knock at the door.

Jane said, "I wonder who could that be? We're not expecting anyone."

Charles stood up, taking a protective stance in front of Jane. "I'll see who it is."

He walked to the door and asked who was there. The reply was that there was a delivery. Charles looked through the peep hole and saw that there was a young man in a delivery suit with flowers. He opened the door.

The delivery guy said, "This is for Elizabeth Bennet."

Charles signed the guy's clipboard before he took the flowers. "For Elizabeth? Is there a card?"

"No."

By this time, Elizabeth had come to the door when she heard her name. Her mouth dropped at the incredible bouquet of pink and white roses. She said, "No card again? I don't think I can stand this."

The delivery guy took out a white envelope from his pocket. "Are you Elizabeth Bennet?" She nodded. "I was given explicit instructions to make sure this made it safely into your hands." He handed her the white envelope.

Elizabeth took the envelope and gave the man a questioning look.

"I'm also supposed to say that the gentleman is sorry that he couldn't deliver them himself." He saluted her and walked back to his van before Elizabeth could say anything else.

"Uh. . . Elizabeth, this is heavy."

She turned and looked at Charles who held the two foot vase against his body. Elizabeth shut the door and led him back to the living room.

"Those are gorgeous roses."

"Who are they from?"

"I've never seen blooms so large before."

Charlotte, Jane, and Louisa huddled around the arrangement that Charles had put on the coffee table.

Louisa said, "They smell so nice and fresh."

Charlotte touched a petal. "I've never seen such a delicate pink colored rose before."

Jane said, "I've never seen a white rose like this before. The bloom looks almost too heavy for its stem."

Richard stared at the roses. "My mom liked pink roses and. . ." He turned to Elizabeth. "Who are these from?"

She shrugged and showed him the sealed envelope with her name hand written on the front. "It doesn't say who they're from."

Richard took a closer look at the envelope and then smiled when he recognized the writing. "Well . . ."

"What?" Elizabeth's eyes were on the flowers.

"These aren't from Georgiana."

Elizabeth tore her eyes away from the exquisite roses and stared at Richard. "What?"

He gave her a small smile. "Here." He handed the letter back to her. "You probably want to go somewhere private to read this."

Elizabeth hesitated before she took the letter back. Richard saw the hopeful look in her eyes and how she tried to mask it with a calm expression.

He said, "Go on. I'm sure you're eager to read it."

Elizabeth looked at Richard for a moment. He was so certain and confident. She hoped it was from him, but was afraid to believe it. She turned away and walked to her bedroom.

After a moment, it was Hurst who said, "Didn't William's mom have a thing for white roses?"

Elizabeth shut the door to her room, but stood in front of it for some time. If Richard was right, she should be eager to read the letter, but she wasn't. Through the course of the evening, she was able to forget that she had written that inane email to William. For several hours, she was able to laugh and be free of worry.

Now, she wasn't sure if she should be thrilled that she actually did get a response. The roses were promising, but what mattered was what was in the letter. She looked at the envelope and decided to put herself out of her misery. She walked to her bed and took a deep breath before she opened it and read it.

Dear Elizabeth,

I know you must be confused right now. I did receive your email and I hope you don't mind my handwritten response. Richard had told me you were all having dinner today and so I wanted to make sure you got my letter and the flowers at the same time. I didn't want there to be any more confusion.

I hope it's alright that I call you, Elizabeth. I was a bit surprised at first when I got your message. My father was 'Mr. Darcy' and the only person who calls me Mr. Darcy is Mrs. Reynolds, my housekeeper.

I don't mind if you call me William.

I was also surprised by your situation. I'm sorry to say that I was not the one who sent you the daisies. It was Georgiana. She claims that the card must have been misplaced. She promised that she would talk to you and apologize for any confusion she may have caused. If anything, I would like you to let me know if she has or not.

There were other things that captured my attention in your letter. I had no idea that you all had such interesting dinner topics. It's made me quite envious. The company you keep sounds wonderful and the conversation far more captivating than what I've had to endure. Did you know that you can order a mini-chocolate statue of the Statue of Liberty at the Ritz-Carlton in New York? I assure you she's the only lady so far who has been able to fully capture my attention at dinner.

I must admit that I was a bit touched that you were awake at one-thirty writing to me. I'm sorry Georgiana made you anxious, but I did derive some pleasure knowing you were thinking of me, however, small it was. After reading the last few lines, I realize they could be mistaken as being arrogant. Would it surprise you that you've crossed my mind a few times as well?

There are a couple more things I'd like to reply to. I don't know if she deserves it, but my sister should consider herself quite lucky to receive your gratitude for the flowers. If anything, this whole mix-up has made me wish it was me who sent you those flowers. I can guarantee you I'd be very receptive to your gratitude.

Which is what leads me to my next point. I didn't send these flowers to receive your gratitude. (Although I would not refuse it either.) Instead, I hope you accept them as a peace offering. A peace offering in the hope that you'll forgive my sister and that you will not disregard this letter. I hope you'd consider corresponding with me. I'd like it very much.

William
PS
Why is my younger sister spending so much time with Craig?

PS again
I only wished one woman good will under the mistletoe and that was Mrs. Reynolds. But, don't worry. I only kissed her on the cheek.

PS again
Why did you clarify that you were Richard's assistant? Do you think I'd really forget you that easily?

The first time Elizabeth read the letter, she read it as if it were a piece of fiction, acknowledging the author was a captivating writer. Then when the content of the letter sunk in and it was her that it was addressed to, Elizabeth's emotions ranged from elation to apprehension. On the one hand, she was overjoyed that William wanted to correspond with her. On the other hand, she was nervous about corresponding with William. His letter was friendly and some parts certainly caused her to raise her eyebrow, but ultimately, he was opening a door that would allow them to get to know each other better. She was happy to walk through that door with a little caution.

When Elizabeth did not come out of her room for the rest of the evening, everyone knew it was not because she did not enjoy their company, but because she had more pressing matters to address.

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