The night of the ball, Elizabeth gazed at her reflection in the mirror. In the candlelight, her dark eyes glittered beneath a crown of curls and white rosebuds. The pale pink silk of her gown brought out the colour in her cheeks.
Dressed at the height of fashion, she looked like the future Mrs. Darcy. The transformation was complete. But did she really belong in this world?
Her mind slipped back to Darcy’s proposal. He had said all the right things—except he hadn’t professed his love. Instead, he talked about duty and integrity.
He also said he admired her—but admired her how? With his head or his heart?
Over the past few days, he’d been remarkably attentive. He surprised her with little nosegays. He presented her with a book of poetry. He asked the cook to prepare Lizzy’s favourite fo
