Author's Note: I have taken a writing break but I am back, with a story that I hope you will love. I've become recently interested in learning about the Amish and having watched a film ("The Shunning") and a documentary, I decided to write a modern P&P, with an Amish twist.

I am very excited with this story and I hope to update at least once a week. I look forward to your thoughts and comments!

Ch. 1:

"Good morning" murmured Lizzie, taking her usual seat at the breakfast table. The sun was barely out—its rays precipitating through the windows.

"On your way to work today, stop by the Bishop's house, and invite him to come to dinner," said Mr. Bennet, not looking up from his plate. The morning has just begun and there was much work to be done. "Where is John?" he asked in an exacerbated whisper.

"He is having breakfast with his family," answered Mrs. Bennet, "He will be here soon. And Lizzie, when you get back from work today, you should put some more hours on your wedding dress. Your wedding is only two weeks away!" she added with excitement.

Lizzie let out a heavy sigh. There was so much on her mind. She was getting married…to the bishop.

"Such good fortune!" exclaimed Mr. Bennet, "We are very lucky indeed, Lizzie. He is an excellent fellow." Lizzie forced a smile, hoping her beloved father wouldn't see her disappointment. Not that it mattered. This was an arranged marriage.

Mr. Bennet finished his breakfast and left the table, instructing Lizzie on some chores before she left to see her betrothed.

"I know Lizzie" whispered her mom, reaching for her hand and squeezing it tightly.

"Whenever I pictured making my wedding dress…it was for someone else" murmured Lizzie, not allowing the tears that were formulating in her eyes to drop…

"It has been three years. Those memories will always stay here, but Wickham is gone. You are going to get married to a good man," said Mrs. Bennet, smiling fondly at her daughter.

"I know" murmured Lizzie, reaching for the orange juice. "I'm done, I will see you later."

Lizzie tightened her cap before she left the Bennet farm. She was, after all, going to see the Bishop of the town. Even though he was a widower and had two young sons, William Darcy was greatly admired and sought out by all the young ladies of the community. It was mind boggling to Lizzie that he picked her to be his wife.

As the wind made rustling sounds with the leaves, Lizzie got transported to a previous time. She started humming a song that had been very dear to her heart; a song that Wickham had taught her. The horse suddenly stopped—awaking from her peaceful day-dream. She had arrived.

"That was beautiful!" exclaimed Jacob, smiling widely at Lizzie.

"Hey" she said, looking down uncomfortably, as she opened up the door to the buggy. He had been eagerly waiting for her. He noticed the buggy coming down and went out to meet her, carrying a jug of milk.

"Would you like some help?" offered Lizzie, watching the four year old carry the jug.

"Papa says that I'm old enough to do it on my own" answered Jacob with a big smile.

"Well, we must always listen to papa" answered Lizzie, reaching for his hand.

"Sing that song for me again…was that one of the hymns?" he asked, looking up at Lizzie's beautiful face.

"It was nothing" she answered curtly, as they were approaching William.

"Good morning, Lizzie" he said, greeting his bride. "Jacob, Hickory, go feed the chickens"

"Yes, Papa" they both answered dutifully.

"What brings you here so early?" asked William.

"Dat wanted to invite you and the boys over for dinner tonight" she explained, "Will you come?"

"Yes, thank you" he answered. "You know, you must tell the Johnsons that their housekeeper will no longer be returning. Once we get married, your hands will be full with the boys and I hope," his voice lowered slightly, "With also children of our own" he added with a sweet smile.

"Yes" answered Lizzie, giving him a weak smile. "Well, I must go, I will see you tonight"

"Yes" answered William. He stood straighter for a moment, hesitant to approach her. "See you later" he said, leaning in and kissing her cheek lightly.

Lizzie slightly colored at his touch and gave him a smile, walking back to her buggy. She touched her cheek and could still feel the warmth of his lips. Though she did not love him, there was something about him…

But she shook those thoughts out of her head. She was being dutifully by marrying William Darcy. She did not love him and nor she ever could. Her heart belonged to Wickham and though he was gone, he would always stay with her.

A/N: What do you think?

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