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This story is way off canon. Bingley never rented Netherfield, so never met Jane. Lizzy and Darcy never met …. until now. Lizzy is fifty years of age and Darcy is fifty-seven or fifty-eight. Neville is not Mary’s oldest child.
Today, we have The Big Moment. <3
Post two is here.
Post three is here.
Post four is here.
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“Frary tells me you would like an introduction to my aunt.”
“I would, if you would oblige me.”
After a long pause, while Neville stared at Darcy, appearing to take his measure, the young gentleman agreed. “Very well. Come with me.” He moved past the older man and approached his aunt, who had been engaged in conversation with an elderly widow in the seat beside her. “Aunt Lizzy, I apologize for interrupting.”
With a smile, Elizabeth excused herself from her neighbor and gave her attention to her nephew. “You may interrupt me anytime, as you well know. What can I do for you?”
“There is someone who would like to meet you.” Neville gestured to Darcy.
“Oh.” Elizabeth stood, clasping her hands in front of her. “Please do introduce us.”
Neville smiled and turned to Darcy and Frary. “This blond fellow here is a friend from school. Mama has met him already and given him her seal of approval.” Neville winked at his aunt. “This is Lord Bertram Frary, Viscount Hucknall. Frary, this is my aunt, Miss Elizabeth Bennet.” Neville then gestured to Darcy. “This is Frary’s uncle on his mother’s side, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire and Darcy House in London. Mr. Darcy, this is my aunt, Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”
Frary and Darcy both bowed to Elizabeth’s curtsey.
“I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” Elizabeth’s ever-present smile hid the sudden bout of nerves that hit her at learning the name of the man she had admired from afar.
The orchestra resumed playing, and Neville and the viscount started.
“I have to find my partner.” Neville leaned over and kissed his aunt’s cheek, then he and his friend scurried off to dance.
Darcy watched them go with a half-smile lifting the corner of his lips. He turned to Elizabeth. “Miss Bennet, may I have this dance?” He held up a hand, palm out. “I warn you I am a bit out of practice. I cannot vouch for the safety of your dancing slippers.”
Elizabeth chuckled. “You may have this dance, sir. I will endeavor to keep my dancing slippers out of your path.” She slipped her hand into the crook of the elbow Darcy extended out to her.
Thankfully for the couple, the first dance of the set was a waltz, which would enable them to converse. Darcy stepped in time with the first notes of music, whirling Elizabeth around.
The story continues here.
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