The day a friend betrays another is a day that will last in infamy. Yesterday, that day came for me. It was the day that the fruits of my labor paid off.
Mr. Collins came and proposed!
Since I have my wits (I seem to be the only one on the Upper East Side who is sensible) I hastily accepted. There is no way I would let that moment, that man, slip from my fingertips.
As soon as the deed was done, my entire family rejoiced. From that day forward, my brothers would not have to take care of me if my father died. I was independent and had a sustainable future within my grasp. There is nothing, NOTHING a sensible girl of little fortune could ask more for.
I’m officially set for life.
However, the Bennets were not to thrilled of the engagement. After telling Elizabeth and having her act all disappointed me, we sent my father to do the deed and tell everyone of the wonderful news. At first the Bennets thought it was a joke, until Lizzy verified the information.
I guess the day and event will go down in infamy. Lizzy rarely speaks to be and feels as if I’m making the biggest mistake in my life. Doesn’t she realize I don’t share her same views on love? My time is ticking, I don’t have much longer before the possibility of me marrying goes from 5 percent to impossible.
Yet, none of the Bennets choose to see it my way, especially Mrs. Bennet.
Right now I guess it doesn't really matter, only time will truly tell the damage that has been done to our families’ relationship.
Do I deserve it the cold treatment or was I sensible in my actions?
I just want stability. Now I have it.
Is that so wrong?
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