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Infatuated How does one know if they really, really, really like person? All night, I've been re-reading romance novels I've read. Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even William Shakespeare. All of the things I've read brought me to one ridiculous hypothesis. "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." – Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)

The man with a flat face leads the way, but Austin can see a thin smile always being displayed when he turns to the woman who used to live with him. Jane Oliver. Wearing a soft and light fuchsia pink chiffon dress, long-sleeved with simple details on the neck and arms. Even the body-hugging cut. Unfortunately, although simple, Jane's appearance this afternoon is very attention-grabbing. Her long hair is left beautifully loose, and her sunglasses are the perfect accessory. Very different from the Jane Austin has known all this time. Though if Austin were to be honest, none of the items or clothes Jane wears are from ordinary boutiques. They're all famous and classy. Especially since Jane was

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

[JANE] Rov has always had this enchanting charm and an incredibly sweet nature toward me. She's like the epitome of a classy lady, treating me with so much respect, taking care of me, and always thinking about my well-being. Seriously, anyone who turns her down must be out of their mind. She's like the perfect girlfriend material, with this irresistible charm that just draws you in. And when she narrows her eyes and gives you that radiant smile, it's like the cutest thing ever. Her smile can just melt away all your worries and make you believe that everything's gonna be fine. Being around her just makes me feel so relaxed and comfortable.

I responded with a friendly smile. "The essay on Mrs. Allison's book right?" "Jane Austen Mr. Kings.. Jane Austen." She corrects and shakes her head, walking away with a tired sigh. After Flips finished collecting everyone's papers, she resumed discussing Allison's book and its relevance to life. Although I tried to pay attention, listening about Mrs. Darcy over and over again was becoming boring leading me back into my wonderous thoughts about why Brown walked out on me. Right- you might be wondering who Brown is.

He chuckled dryly like he couldn't believe he would do that "You loved her," I whispered. "Oh, I did... So much more. Jane Anne was a hurricane, she was confident and passionate, she knew her beauty and accepted she wasn't the most intelligent," I found myself smiling while he had a vague smile on his lips. "She was an actress, a terrible one by the way, and up to now, I wonder how she managed to deceive us all?"

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

Aubrey looked at me wanting to ask who this person was, but I didn't really know who she was, so I could only reply with a smile of goodwill. “I know you came here to inquire about Ancanta's death, so I have been here waiting for your arrival. Call me Jane. Follow me, let's go into the library that year." Although I knew that Aubrey and I were very confused, the nun Jane continued to walk, I felt a little strange but also hurried to follow in her footsteps. Mrs. Jane went to the library and entered, as fast as the wind, I did not see her. If it weren't for her to be an eighty-year-old woman, no one would have believed that at that age she could be so healthy.

She snorted, snatching the card from her hand with an irritated eye roll. “How can I agree to marrying a complete stranger I just had a one night stand with?! Are you thinking at all?!” “What do you mean complete stranger?! This is Harold Houston we’re talking about! America’s most eligible bachelor, every other lady would kill to be in your position right now!” Jane tried to persuade. “America’s Most Eligible bachelor?! Can you stop exaggerating sis,” she muttered as she unfolded her legs and stood up from the bed. “He ain’t even that popular, I don’t know him!” She added in a mutter.