In society, there are certain expectations for high standing ladies. One of them is that a proper lady does not whine.
My friend Elizabeth Bennet does not understand this.
Recently she met a young officer called Wickham during one of her shopping sprees on Park Avenue. During that same encounter, she saw Mr. Darcy. While his shyness would usually unconcern her, she told me that an awkward exchange of emotions was passed between the two men. Mr. Darcy turned white and Wickham red. The meaning of their coldness stumped her.
Honestly, I couldn't care less. The two men hate each other, so what? It’s the Upper East Side for crying out loud, people hate each other and talk behind each other's backs left and right. It’s just how life is.
But no, Lizzy can’t get the encounter out of her head and considers herself to be madly in love with Wickham! Psh love, who needs love? Besides, Darcy is a thousand times more rich and obviously shows an interest in her. Lately he’s been talking more and more to her and even asked her to dance at the last ball!
THE FOOLISH GIRL tried to decline until I talked her into it. I understand that her opinions and life are her own, but I don’t want her to end up like me, 27 and unmarried. I wish she’d start taking my advice for her own good. All she does is care about the present and love; she never contemplates the future.
Obviously both men have an attraction towards her and she is completely ignoring it. She even has her cousin Mr. Collin’s attention.
I would kill to have that attention. Any attention at all really.
Right now no man in interested in me. Maybe Mr. Collins, we do have pleasant conversations and a marriage with him wouldn’t be completely unpleasant. Considering I have no options at the moment, I would jump at the opportunity to marry even a furniture salesman if it means I will have stability. That way, I would no longer be a burden on my family financially….We have little money as is.
People are already starting to call me an old maid, but I have no options. Or do I?
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