AS THE DINNER HOUR approached, the group assembled in the salon outside the dining room. There, they awaited the arrival of the Bingley cousins. Darcy entered and drew in a breath when his gaze fell on Elizabeth.
Her pastel pink gown was of the finest muslin. Rose-coloured ribbons trimmed the lacy petticoat. When she turned to face him, the fashionable cut of the bodice demanded his attention.
The sight of her called to mind a ridiculous interlude at Netherfield. Caroline had invited Elizabeth to walk with her about the room. Caroline must have thought Darcy would find her tall, slender figure appealing—more so than Elizabeth’s voluptuous one. She could not have been more wrong. Darcy liked curves.
And tonight, Elizabeth’s gown showed hers to full advantage.
He imagined sliding a hand
