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She slapped my arm. Laughing, I dodged her attacks and scooted closer to the bus window. “Enlighten me about this great Pride and Prejudice favorite of yours then.” “Don’t you underestimate my preference. It’s a Jane Austen Classic.” She boasted proudly. “Yeah? And then?” She sighed while my grin grew wider. I found it amusing that she’s getting all so fed up by defending her favorite novel. The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated.

“Babe, how do I look? Does this fit well?” Jane walked out of the closet and spun in front of Leonard, who was busy reading some documents. Jane’s soft voice entered Leonard’s ears, making him raise his head up to see his wife spinning beautifully in front of him. Jane was putting on a knee length flair gown, which spun with her as she spun her body. Jane stood in a sexy poise, her eyelashes fluttering seductively, trying to gain Leonard’s attention.

Ciara stood at the door of a private room, clinging to a pot-bellied middle-aged man. "Of course, baby. You're still as beautiful as ever," he replied, his hands lingering on her body. Betty was shocked, "Ciara..." Jane remained unfazed, having already known about Ciara's chaotic private life. Ciara asked kindly, "Are you leaving, Jane?" This caught Mr. Dickson's attention, and he stared at Jane intently, "Why do I feel like I've seen you before?" Ciara smiled, aware of men's lustful nature, "She's my substitute, Jane Austen. You've met her before."

Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way--she was only Anne. To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again. A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to adm

Driven by curiosity, I discreetly followed Madam Cornell as she made her way down the garden path. 'Was she meeting someone?' My curiosity intensified when I overheard a familiar voice filled with anguish. "Madam Cornell! Please, don't do this to Sarah! She's innocent," Jane pleaded urgently. 'What's going on?' What's happening that I'm not supposed to know about? My curiosity took over, drawing me into the conversation. Madam Cornell casually lit her cigarette before responding, "If that's the case, would you marry Mr. Olsen?" Jane's expression tightened with confusion.

When Jane woke up needing the bathroom, Zachary was nowhere to be found. After searching the bedroom, study, and kitchen, she couldn’t find him. She was about to call him when the doorbell rang. The screen showed Ross’s face. She opened the door. Ross gestured toward the stairwell. "Mr. Collins is practically choking himself with cigarettes in there." Jane pushed open the stairwell door, only to be met by a suffocating cloud of smoke. She quickly stepped back and closed the door tightly. Coughing twice, she was just about to tell Ross to fetch Zachary when the stairwell door opened.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

The sun filtered in, dancing off crystal vases and polished floors. Ava tossed a grape into her mouth and glanced sideways at her mother, Mrs. Jane Benjamin, who sat unusually quiet, her fingers absently plucking at the hem of her silk blouse. “Madam Jane, why are you so solemn?” Ava asked, arching a perfectly shaped brow. Jane leaned forward, her voice low. “What do you think?” “About what?” Ava asked, mildly confused. “What do you think about the family Richard's fiancée is from?” she clarified, her tone calm but tinged with concern.

Elaine said, appreciating the concern. Elaine and I chatted into the night, I noticed her eyes light up as she talked about her favorite books. "Have you read any of Jane Austen's novels?" she asked me excitedly. "Yes! Pride and Prejudice is one of my all-time favorites," I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Oh my gosh, I love that one too! Mr. Darcy is just so swoon-worthy," Elaine gushed, her cheeks turning pink. I laughed at her reaction. "I have to admit, I may have a bit of a crush on him myself."