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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.”

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana had always been surrounded by gallant men, but like the man who had kissed her hand, she never thought it was possible. Such experiences only exist in romantic movies. «Oh my God, I’ve run into Mr. Darcy!» She scoffed, seeing Arthur’s theatrical attitude. Referring to the protagonist of the story Pride and Prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. “I feel a bit ignored,” said a voice.

I threw myself back in the teal armchair, annoyed that I didn't discover anything. Then I see it. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice. But what strikes me is that this is not the only copy of this book I've spotted on her shelves. In the 11th grade, we were assigned the book for our English literature class. While I love to read, I do not like being told what I should or shouldn't read. I complained to my mother that there was no sense in reading 18th-century chick lit that has no place in today's world. My mother laughed at that and told me that it was one of her favorite books. She said it was the ultimate love story where both characters are forced to face their flaws and grow as people, t

I need to know what is going on. Once we are in the house, Margaret sits in the living room and starts to read the newspaper. I haven’t seen someone read the actual newspaper for years. I guess they are not crazy about cellphones around here. I take the Pride and Prejudice book from the bookshelf on, careful not to let the note from Vincent fall. I take a seat next to Margaret and open the book on the front page. “Oh, look!” I exclaim faking an innocent tone of voice. “What a coincidence, this book was Tatiana’s!”

My eyes kept finding her- she appeared so fucking invested in what the professor was going on about. "Mr. Hale," Mrs. Middleton's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and the way I immediately looked up, eyebrow raised in question. "Would you care to summarize Chapter One of Pride and Prejudice for us?" Well, shit. I leaned back in my chair, fully aware of the attention now on me. This wasn't exactly the kind of thing I could fake my way through, but I had a reputation to uphold.

I’m curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting lights across the living room. *Pride and Prejudice* played out before me. While watching it I couldn't help but feel a strange pull in my chest as I watched Elizabeth Bennet. She was so real. Plain, humble, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically herself. I saw so much of me in her—or maybe I just want to. But then there’s Mr. Darcy, standing there with all his wealth, his pride, his quiet intensity. And my mind drifts to Rami.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair perfectly styled, that charcoal waistcoat hugging his powerful frame like it was tailored to tease. His white shirt stretched across a chest I hated myself for noticing. The tie was loosened just enough to look sinful. Objectively, he was the hottest man on campus. Subjectively, he was an arrogant, cold-hearted prick who sucked the joy out of everything. He set his satchel down with military precision and began his usual slaughter. “Austen’s heroes are not romantic ideals,” He said. “They are social constructs built on power, wealth, and control. Anyone reading Pride and Prejudice as a love story is delusional.”

I ordered, then headed back to the bed. “You don’t have a preference?” she asked, sniffling back. “No,” I curtly replied. She walked over to the bookshelves, looking around, but kept glancing at me. I checked the time, and I had only two fucking hours before I needed to be up again. I’m going to be fucking selfish for once. She picked up a book, then walked back to her cushion and sat down. In her hands, holding Pride and Prejudice. I almost roll my eyes when she opens the first page. I’m drawn to what she’s reading.

“It’s a classic novel that explores themes of love, social class, and personal growth.” Jake leaned casually against the desk, flashing a charming grin. “We chose this book because it perfectly shows how first impressions can be misleading... kinda like how Janna here thought I was just a ‘pretty face.’”* The class chuckled, while Janna gave Jake a warning glare. **“As I was saying,”** Janna continued, “the central characters, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy, initially misjudge each other but learn to overcome their biases.”** Jake chimed in. **“Darcy was rich, proud, and thought he was better than everyone — sound familiar?”** He pointed to himself dramatically, earning more laughter.

I realised he had been reading it before I arrived when my eyes landed on the book he had dropped on the floor earlier. Wait—was he reading it in the dark? I shook off the thought. That was not what mattered right now. What mattered was that he was wrong. I turned sharply, lips parting, already armed with my counterargument. "That’s not the point at all." I shot back. "The novel isn’t about vanity—it’s about growth. Elizabeth wasn’t just ‘stubborn’; she was learning to break free from societal expectations. And Darcy? He was not lonely because of pride; he was conditioned to believe vulnerability was weakness."