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Elizabeth was still outside. Elizabeth was my 30 years old aunt. Elizabeth lived with us back in Virginia and she worked as a nurse at a downtown hospital. She was a beauty, blessed with raven black hair that was naturally wavy and the type of body curve girls below twenty five wished they had. You would hardly tell she was already thirty.

The one used to order people around. “Both of you are my medical staff, am I correct?” In the last few months, her mind had been slipping from her. She was glad that her sons had taken the initiative of hiring capable people, but she hated forgetting who she was most of the time. She had two personalities at the moment. Mrs. Bennet is the mature, rational, authoritative 65-year-old widowed mother of three, while Hailey is the carefree, fun-loving college student who hung out a lot with her best friend, Mandy.

"Straight As except for a B in fluid dynamics? Pretty good." She nods again, smiling, but not speaking.... Deferring to me? Or just shy…? Of course, you're very young.... Her similarity to Elizabeth is putting me off my train of thought.... She's not your wife.... Elizabeth is approaching her thirties. How old are you? Twenty-three. A few years younger than her then. Charlotte radiates composure. Everything about her is perfect. Too perfect.... It seems too good to be true. And if it seems too good to be true.…

It was oddly comforting. "I have known Brandon since he was fourteen, Elizabeth. Some things, he told me. Others, I pieced together." Beth blinked, stunned. "What?" "That is the first time you have ever said my name." He gave her a deadpan look. "Fourteen? How old are you?" When he rose a brow, she suddenly winced. "Sorry. That was rude of me." "I am forty eight." Her eyes went wide. "What?! You are a lot older than he is!"

"Jessie, this house is yours now. Don't rush, take your time." Jessamine's hands couldn't help but tremble. All the valuables left by Elizabeth had been taken away, leaving only the unimportant things behind. Inside the box were Elizabeth's notes, recording some recipes. The paper had turned yellow, indicating they had been there for years. In one of the notebooks, Jessamine found an old photo. It seemed like it had been taken out frequently, as the edges were yellowed. In the photo, Elizabeth had shoulder-length hair, looking bright and lively. She looked to be only around 18 or 19 years old.

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.

But why? I waited impatiently as the commercial break came to an end, and soon the reporter was back on screen. “Her name is Elizabeth Bennett.” Elizabeth Bennett? As in Pride and Prejudice? I wondered, stifling a chuckle. Who would name their child that, knowing she’d likely be made fun of? Besides, the real Elizabeth Bennett wouldn’t have jumped back into a burning building, unless… “She claimed her male friend was in the library studying, and she had to save him. Her friend, Evie Grayson, tried to stop her but failed, unable to dissuade her. He was in danger, and she had to save him!”

But my worry quickly shifted to other grounds as Claire whined and fell into a deep sob, grating sounds echoing hollowly in her chest as her breathing grew rapid. "You should forget her words," I said, calmly tapping musically on her back. "What you did was the right thing, no matter what anyone would say," I voiced, regardless of Lorenzo who stood frozen by my words, eyes leaving his emotionless pit and putting on a lawyer's wig. He probably harboured the same line of thought as Elizabeth but I wasn't going to let him have his way. He wasn't aware of the many plots that Mrs. Bennet had plotted against her daughter, even wishing her death. Even if he was aware, he certainly didn't know how d

~o~O~o~ Normally a great walker, Elizabeth Bennet had found the walk into Meryton tedious at best. The tedium had been only slightly lessened when she had managed to convince Mary to join them. Already having had enough of Mr. Collins' civilities and starting to become wary of an increased number of them being directed specifically towards her, she had pressed her sister after noticing that Mary seemed less annoyed with Mr. Collins than anyone else. It had not been too difficult to do so, which allayed Elizabeth's conscience just a little, as she felt somewhat selfish in her desire to escape dealing with her cousin, especially when Mary managed to turn Mr. Collins conversation away from her

“Long time no see, Elizabeth; you are getting more and more beautiful!” Helen's face changed instantly and she hurriedly greeted Elizabeth, pretending to be close. “Elizabeth, hey there!” Una was greeted with a busy laugh and an obsequious charm. After all, after the death of William's first wife, it was a common consensus that Elizabeth stepped into her shoes. They saw her as the rightful wife of Chairman William, and many wanted to curry favor with her. Elizabeth was the youngest daughter of the Bright family. Even if she had cut ties with the Brights to marry William, who was already a married man, she was still a rich girl. Una and Helen couldn’t hold a candle to her.