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She asked Alex about his investor call, made jokes at my expense, and generally acted like a woman who belonged exactly where she was. This was who she was meant to be. Confident. Happy. Free. And watching her come into her power was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever witnessed. Later, after the dishes were done, I found her in the library, curled up in one of the leather chairs with the copy of Pride and Prejudice that Alex had given her. "Good book?" I asked. She looked up, marking her place. "I've read it a dozen times, but it never gets old. There's something comforting about stories where everything works out in the end."

I had already gotten started on the classical books and my goal was to slowly go through all the books in this library, not including the finance and self-help books of course. I was currently reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and I was falling in love with Elizabeth Bennett all over again. Although a fictional character, she was exactly the kind of woman I wished to be like. I especially liked the fact that she didn’t take shit from Mr. Darcy and wasn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for me. I had promised, Lucaa that I was going to think about telling Mateo about my feelings but the truth was, I wasn’t like her. I wasn’t brave and

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

She wove it carefully into her hair, securing an artful twist that suggested elegance without effort. The final item waited in tissue paper, modest yet precious beyond measure. Her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice bore the gentle scars of countless readings, its spine creased from years of seeking comfort in Austen’s wit. She had been clutching this very book the day she first encountered Henry Wynthorne properly, not merely as her parents’ friends’ son, but as a man whose laugh could illuminate an entire room. He had glanced at the cover with genuine curiosity, and she had treasured that moment of shared literary interest ever since. Perhaps tonight, she might finally find the courage

I push past both of them and enter the library. I look around the library and find Celeste. She's curled up on the couch next to Lycer, reading a book. I look at the book cover and see the title "Pride and Prejudice." She is too close to him but I smile anyways as I noticed something else. Celeste's hair was short. Really short.