"Mr. Bingley my eldest daughter you know. I would like you to meet Mrs. Bennett, Miss Bennett, Miss Elizabeth Bennett and Miss Mary Bennett. And may I present Mr. Darcy of Derbyshire." Sir William Lucas smiled as he made introductions. Darcy couldn't care less. He was only here on the insistence of his friend, Bingley. He glanced down at his friend who seemed to be at perfect ease and was honestly happy to meet these country folk. Darcy sighed as he saw his friend set his sights on the most handsome of the four and immediately ask her to dance. He wondered if the other girls were waiting for him to ask them to dance. If so they were going to be grossly disappointed. He never danced with anyone with whom he was not well acquainted. 'Except for her' Darcy was surprised at the thought. He hadn't thought of her in the daytime in a very long time. His dreams were however a different matter. She visited him every night. It was always the same dream, he would be chasing a figure in some place. She would finally stop and she would look at him with eyes that shimmered and sparkled in their shockingly purple irises. Then when he tried to get to her or call out she faded away. He didn't know why she couldn't leave him alone. It had been three years since he had seen her and he hardly remembered what she looked like, but he would never, could never forget her. He loved her! He started. It had taken three years for him to finally admit that to himself. He never would be happy with another. He would marry her or he would never marry. 'I don't even know her name!' He realized with a mental frown. He knew he would have to find her. It had been his quest ever since she had disappeared all those years ago. He felt a tightening in his chest. Though the pain had lessened somewhat over the years, he still felt it most acutely.

She had been found in the park at Rosings. He had found her laying unconscious on one of his morning walks. He had immediately picked her up and ran into Rosings. She didn't awaken for several days and he had been with her almost the entire time with his cousin Fitzwilliam. His aunt grudgingly allowed her to stay, but not once did she stop in to check on her health or wellbeing. She felt herself above caring for the sick and she openly mocked Darcy and his cousin for seeing to the girl. He felt immense anger thinking of his aunt's behavior. She never once made her guest feel at home. When the girl finally awoke her memory was gone and she couldn't remember anything about her family or even what her own name was. She had spent several weeks recovering with the aid of Fitzwilliam and himself. In which Darcy had felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love. And then she was gone. She left a note thanking them for their help and kindness. It said her memory had returned and she was going home. That was it. She was gone. No goodbye. How could she do that to him? He had to find her and get his answers and finally make the offer he had been waiting to give for three years. She was the reason he had agreed to come to Hertfordshire. He was getting desperate in his search. She was out there somewhere and he was going to find her at any cost.

Darcy came back to reality with a snap. He listened to Mrs. Bennett's endless prattling for a few seconds and then tuned her out again. He sighed and stalked off to a corner. Just then Bingley bounced up.

"Come Darcy I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about in this stupid manner. You had much better dance."

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with."

"I would not be as fastidious as you are for a kingdom!" cried Bingley "Upon my honor, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them, you see uncommonly pretty."

"You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room."

"Oh she is an angel," Bingley said dreamily "but her sister Elizabeth is very agreeable. She is standing just behind you."

"Which do you mean?" Darcy turned, and then froze. His eyes locked on a pair of swirling purple eyes. The eyes of his dreams.

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