Lizzy barely slept Christmas Eve. Darcy’s words repeated on a loop in her brain. He had said he would honour their marriage contract. Surely he didn’t want that—any more than she did.
Did she?
Yes, her feelings towards him were softening. Especially after the revelation about Wickham. She had believed in the wrong man.
What else had she got wrong?
She couldn’t afford to like Darcy. He was entirely too handsome, too solid, too masculine. Besides his animal attractions, he could give her the kind of life she hadn’t dared dream of.
It was dangerous to want such things.
Especially when they seemed within her grasp. Especially when she was living this fairy tale.
She had no desire to leave London with her heart utterly destroyed. Yet that was the path she was on if she continued to think
