Lizzy could not move. Had Darcy just... No, that wasn’t possible. Was it?
She looked at the facts. At the Netherfield ball, Darcy had danced with no other Meryton ladies. Of all the women in the world, he’d asked her to play his fiancée. And now, he had kissed her hand and told her they could never be friends.
Did he mean he felt more than friendship for her?
That was madness.
Did it even matter? Not unless she could feel more than friendship for him.
She sank onto the nearest chair, her mind aflutter. Darcy was still the most infuriating man she’d ever met. He had insulted her multiple times just this morning. And yet, he had apologised and brought her flowers. He seemed sincerely contrite.
She went and gathered up the bouquet. The flowers gave off a heady scent. They needed water o
