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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."

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

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.

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

“I brought you something.” Her face lights up. “You did?” I smile and pass her the little brown paper bag. Her eyes lift to meet mine. “What is it, dear?’ “Open it.” She smiles as her little frail hands struggle to open up the tape and I stand patiently, I wonder how long it has been since she had a present. She finally gets it open and pulls it out of the bag. Her face drops and she gasps. “Oh…” She puts her little hand over her mouth. “You remembered?” She opens the hard cover edition of Pride and Prejudice that I have just bought her.

That's as close to a happy ending as I might be able to get away with. The second outline is called Pride, and is my version of Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austin. I will be the daughter that is sold off to marry wealth so that her family can keep their estate. Conner will play my husband, but instead of it being a love-after-marriage type story, I will get away with poisoning Conner and inheriting it all through his fake will. I put the twist at the very end because I doubt Conner will read the whole outline.

Rhode let's out a small sigh accompanied by a smile and sits down on the floor of the bathroom, his back against the tub. "What are we reading?" He asks once he gets settled into his spot and unlocks my e-reader. I lean over slightly and place a small kiss on his cheek. "Pride and Prejudice, from the beginning please kind sir" I request with a small grin. He smiles to himself and scrolls down the titles before clicking on one and clearing his throat.

She wasn't sure if she was ready to risk her heart again, especially not with someone she barely knew. As she finally found the "Pride and Prejudice" she was searching for, nestled amongst a collection of dusty tomes, a wave of relief washed over her. It was a beautiful edition, the leather cover worn but supple, the pages yellowed with age. It was a treasure, a piece of literary history that she would cherish.

There was nothing for me as they were all non-fiction. "Ahh!..." Finally my gaze fell on the book pride and prejudice. It looked like it was very old among one of the first editions seeing the withered pages. Vintage! I opened the book as the moment I laced my eyes on the first page of the book where it was written Alizey Shah someone's radiating voice echoed in the library as I already knew who it could be. Fahad Shah! His father and sir to me. "You seem quite interested in someone's property."

”Yeah, I’m speechless” I agree. ”What was the name again?” Sebastian asks. ”Pride and Prejudice” Aiden replies. ”This was good, I have to admit. Such strong emotions” I tell him. ”How did you..where did you know this?” Sebastian asks. ”I actually like old romance books, I know this movie was from year 2005 but it’s based on a book by Jane Austen from the year 1813 if I remember correctly” Aiden explains. ”I forgot your minor is English literature” I smile at him.