Chapter 11
On the morning of her wedding, Lizzy woke to the feel of sunbeams on her face. She blinked, gazing out the window at a glorious blue sky. As she stretched, Jane roused on the bed beside her. They had decided to share the guest room farthest from the sick room just to be safe.
A maid brought them a light repast: eggs, toast with jam, and a pot of chocolate. Thanks to the special license, they could marry after noon. But that meant the wedding breakfast would not be served until at least two.
As they sat and sipped their chocolate, Jane said, “Lizzy, are you sure this is what you want? It is not as if you and Mr. Darcy stayed overnight at a coaching inn together. Your reputation is not ruined. You have options.”
Lizzy considered how to reply. “Waiting will not change my decisi
