Hey guys!so this is the completed chapter fifteen and I am done with this project!yay!also THNX for all the reviews! This chapters about the netherfield ball, but not quite as long at the meryton one,but whatevs,hope you guys enjoy it!also ive posted up the links to the dresses on my profile cuz I know my descriptions are sucky
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are Jane Austen's from Pride and Prejudice
The next day was the Bingley party. Since it wasn't a school wide event, all classes had to be attended. Since I was Colin's date for tonight, I didn't really mind the fact we had less time to get ready. But, since Jane had Charlie to impress, she was freaking out.
"What if my dress doesn't fit anymore? What if my hair turns out horrid? What if…" Jane shrieked out.
"Relax Jane. You won't look bad at all. In fact, you'll be the belle of the ball once again. And about the whole dress not fitting, I hardly think you even gained a pound since last year so stop freaking out and chill." I said.
She finally calmed down enough that Char and I could do her hair without burning her head. This time, we were keeping it simple. All of us were curling our hair, but Jane was leaving it as it was, while I clipped it to the side with a silver butterfly and Charlotte was doing a princess type thing, where she would take out small stands of hair from the front on either side of her face and clip it at the back.
Our dresses were pretty simple too. Jane's was strapless and this shiny true blue colour. There was a big black bow tied just to the side of her arm and underneath her chest. Below the bow was black netting with a flower pattern rising from the hem toward the bow. Her shoes were two inches high and pencil like, but not totally. They were the same shade of blue as her dress and they too had black flower netting over them.
Charlotte's dress was totally gorgeous. It was a very simple dress and looked like a sleeveless shirt. The highlight though was the colour, which was like a metallic blue mixed with grey or silver, too hard to describe, but a wicked colour nonetheless. At her bellybutton there was a rose about the size of her fist. The dress then flared out and below, you could see the light blue tulle that caused her skirt to flare. Her shoes were also two inches high and the heel was like Jane's too. They were in like a nude colour, but at the toes, there were ruffles which matched the rose on her dress.
My dress was white yet again, but it was strapless. There were very tiny striations on the chest and about four fingers below them, a black ribbon came across and tied into a bow just to the side of my left elbow. The best part of this dress was the skirt though. It was such a swirly and flirty skirt that I felt like swinging side to side just to see its movement. The skirt wasn't totally flat, but it wasn't too poufy either. My shoes were also pretty awesome. Like the other shoes, they were two inches high, but had more of a wedge shape than pencil. They were also clear, except for the black ribbons that held them to my feet and tied up just above my ankles. All our dresses were also knee length.
We did our makeup and were surprisingly ready in record time; we were done by 7:30. We walked into the sitting room and sat down on the couch, waiting until Colin came to pick me up so that we could leave together.
"You know, I just realized this, but we've been so busy that that TV set hasn't been turned on once. Quite the feat considering it would be on 24/7 back home." I pointed out.
"That was mainly because of Mom and the twins. I mean, what is there to watch anyway? The news is just depressing and the shows? Do we really need to get hooked onto those? Nope, I think it's perfectly alright that we haven't turned it on once." Jane declared.
We ended up sitting in silence for the rest of the half hour, having of course run out of things to talk about while getting ready. Occasionally, Jane would open her mouth, but Char and I would immediately shut her up because there was only so much of praising Charlie we could take and Char and I had reached our limit for the day. Finally Colin came, but all three of us, instead of being excited at the prospect of leaving, slowly trudged to the door to respect my reluctance at seeing the face behind it.
"Hi Colin, let's go!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the elevator, wanting the night to just end and be done with it.
The moment we entered the top floor, I let go of his arm and dragged Char and Jane behind me, hoping to loose Colin in the crowd. Jane spotted Charlie across the room at the same time he did and we started to make our way towards them.
"You look beautiful Jane!" Charlie exclaimed and then, like an after thought, he added, "You too Lizzie, Char. Come on Jane, let's go dance!"
Charlie and Jane moved toward the dance floor leaving me and Char with Caroline and Darcy. Caroline was wearing a red dress, yet again, that stopped at mid-thigh. It was actually a really nice dress, except it would have looked better if anyone else was wearing it. Like my dress, there were little striations across the chest going vertically, but under that, there were huge striations going crossing horizontally over until her waist. Her skirt was ruffled, in the sense that there was more than one layer of material, and poufy. Her shoes were quite simple compared to the last time and were white gold. She had straightened her hair so that her bangs covered her forehead and the ends just ended above her chest. Darcy, in comparison, was simply dressed in dark washed jeans and a black formal shirt, which had been folded up till the elbows.
"Well, don't we look pretty today?" I broke the silence.
Caroline just narrowed her eyes at me and then grabbed Darcy by the elbow and dragged him away.
"That was pleasant! This evening is shaping out to be the highlight of my week!" My face fell as I stared dejectedly at my surroundings.
Just that morning I had run into George. We spoke for a bit before I asked him about the Bingley party. He was most obviously confused and then I remembered that not everyone was invited and Darcy hating him would have ensured him not getting an invite. Despite that, I asked him if he wanted to come as my date, I was sure Colin wouldn't die if I refused and he agreed that he'd come. He said that even though Darcy would be there, it wouldn't stop him from attending, especially if I were his date. Yet, at the end of the day, he caught up with me and said that he couldn't make it after all. When I asked him why, he evaded my question and finally, I just left, angry at being let down and having to still attend the stupid ball with Colin.
"Cheer up Lizzie! Come on let's go dance!" Char grabbed my arm and dragged me onto the dance floor.
I soon got into the mood and swayed to the music. After about two songs, I had totally forgotten about my troubles and released myself to the music. At that moment, a pair of hands grabbed my arms and my eyes snapped open to look into Colin's plain brown eyes.
I jerked away and gasped, "What are you doing Colin?"
The idiot just smiled and once again grabbed my hand. "Elizabeth! I finally found you! You ran off so fast that I had to spend the last half hour looking for you. I understand that you were eager to come and see your friends so I excuse you from your behaviour."
"I didn't say I was sorry and I'm a bit thirsty, do you mind getting me something to drink?" I asked, trying to get rid of him again.
"Wait right here, I'll be back in just a moment! It's so crowded in here that it would take me so long just to find you! I know you will eagerly wait until the moment we can dance together, but don't worry, that moment shall come soon. Wait here!" Colin waved to me as he hurried toward the refreshment table, which was set up in the dining room.
"Quick Char, come on! Let's go away before he comes back!" I all but sprinted toward the bathroom, knowing that Colin would look here only as a last resort.
On the way, we were stopped by Louisa and Ronald. Louisa looked gorgeous in her dress of royal purple. She had spaghetti straps and her bodice was crisscrossed with one inch strands of fabric. At her waist, three of those strands wrapped around to separate the top from the skirt. The bottom layer of her skirt was made of the same shiny purple material as the top, but several layers of purple netting covered it, causing it to pouf out. Just above the first layer, there were about two layers of that netting that stopped just halfway down, which is what caused the skirt to spread out. After that was one layer of purple netting with roses made out of the same material. It was quite gorgeous and unlike her sister, it was of a good length, it reached her knees. Ronald was wearing black dress pants with a light purple shirt to match her.
"Oh hello Lizzie! Are you enjoying yourself?" I nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't come to greet you sooner, but I hadn't realized that you were here. Anyways, it was good to see you!" Louisa walked off with a little wave over her shoulder.
"Why is it that she is so nice, except for when her sister is around, and her sister is such a witch?" I asked as we watched their retreating figures.
"I don't know, but look at you and Jane. It is practically the same thing, except it's not about being nice; it's your personality that's different." Char explained.
At that time, the lights dimmed and the band, yes there was a live band there, started to play slow songs. Char and I edged to the corners of the dance floor and stood gazing at the couples dancing.
"Déjà vu much?" I muttered and much like homecoming, Jane and Charlie appeared in our line of view.
"You know Lizzie, I just really want a boyfriend. I don't care if he's not that great looking or his behaviour is weird, I just want someone to look and care for me like Charlie does for Jane. I mean, if Colin asked me to date him, I'd say yes. That's how desperate I am." Charlotte confided.
"You are joking right?" I stared at her in disbelief, but she looked me steadily in the eye.
"I'm not pretty like you or Jane Liz, I'm not even the girl next door type. I'm just mousy old Charlotte with her two gorgeous friends. If you haven't noticed, I've only ever had one boyfriend and that was in grade five, which so doesn't count. You don't understand how I'm feeling because you have never been in a situation where no guy liked you. You've always had at least one guy who was crushing on you." Charlotte muttered indignantly.
"Char, you know you're beautiful. Don't just settle…"
"Please Lizzie, I'd rather not talk about this anymore okay? Let's just leave it as it is." Char interrupted.
I raised my hands up as if to admit defeat and an awkward silence descended on us for a few minutes. Not too long after, we started to speak again, a bit tentatively at first, but then with the same vigour we always had. As we were chatting, a red faced Colin suddenly appeared in front of us.
"Elizabeth, I thought I told you to stay where you were! Here is your drink, please finish it quickly, I want to have the next dance." Colin thrust the drink to me impatiently, almost spilling it in the process.
Seeing as how I couldn't find a possible route of escape, I accepted my fate and joined Colin on the dance floor. Who knows? He could be a good dancer. When the music started though, I regretted not having found an excuse. He managed to step on my toes at least ten times in the first thirty seconds and after that I stopped counting and focused my attention at willing the pain away. Thankfully the song was short in comparison to the others and before Colin could ask for another, I jumped apart from him and hobbled away as fast as I could. Char met me halfway to a chair and took some of my weight. We were so close to reaching our destination when a dark figure loomed into our view. I looked up in surprise and straight into Darcy's steel gray eyes.
"Could I have the next dance Elizabeth?" He abruptly asked.
"Sure." Wait. Did I just accept him? My toes are killing me, what am I thinking? "But could it wait for a bit, my toes are a bit sore at the moment."
"Yes. I will get some ice for them, just stay seated."
As soon as I sat down, a bit shell shocked, Charlotte asked, "Lizzie? Do you know what you just did? You just agreed to dance with Darcy."
"I know, but there's no way to get out of it now is there?" My heart plummeted when Charlotte nodded.
True to his word though, Darcy returned with some ice to help stop the throbbing pain which had replaced the soreness. After half an hour, the pain stopped and I finally stood up and faced Darcy. Might as well get it over with as soon as possible.
"Well, let's dance!"
Darcy followed me to the dance floor. We were just about to step onto it, when Colin, once again, magically appeared. He looked as though he was going to say something to me, but before he could, he did a double take at my partner and his jaw dropped open.
"Mr. Darcy! I am so humbled to meet you sir. My name is Colin Collins." And here he executed a small bow. "I am training to become your aunt's accountant, maybe you have heard of me from her?" To which Darcy shook his head no. "Well, that is all fine, but let me tell you how kind and caring my patroness is. If she could treat her employees with such care, I can't imagine how she would treat her own flesh and blood."
Before Colin began his rambling, Darcy's deep voice rang out. "It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Collins, but if you do not mind, I was on my way to dance with Elizabeth here, so if you will excuse us…"
"Ah, Elizabeth. Is she not a beauty? I don't mind if you borrow my date Mr. Darcy, please, go ahead. I don't want to get in your way." Colin stepped aside.
At the mention of me being Colin's date, Darcy stiffened a little and took hold of my hand. Abruptly, almost rudely, he walked past Colin with me behind. When we were in the midst of the dancing crowd, Darcy finally stopped and took a hold of my waist with his hands. Seeing as the band was still playing slow songs, probably by request from Charlie, I had no choice but to put my hands on his shoulders. For some time we danced liked that in total silence.
"Do you never talk Darcy?" I finally broke the silence.
"You know that I do Elizabeth, but only when I find that there is a need to express my views." We once again lapsed into silence.
Then, as if though to take revenge on Darcy, because I was sure the reason George didn't come with me was due to him, though he had denied it, I brought George up. "I met an acquaintance of yours, George, this morning again Darcy. He and I have become such good friends that we tell each other practically everything." I looked closely into Darcy's face to see if he would give away some look that would verify George's story, but as always, it remained impassive.
"George has been blessed with a friendly and charming personality, that I would find it hard for you two to not be friends."
Seeing as I had failed in gathering any information, I tried another topic. "There seem to be a lot of couples present at the party tonight."
Darcy just made a non-committal sound in his throat.
"My God! Why don't you say something! I've been trying to make conversation, but you seem to be so resolved to pass this dance away in silence! Please say something!" I begged.
"Do you always feel the need to talk all the time Elizabeth?" Darcy asked.
"No actually. I would prefer to be a silent and aloof toward all my partners thank you very much." I replied back sarcastically.
Darcy's mouth lifted in the corners just a bit, but still he didn't speak. "Fine, have it your way. We won't talk for the rest of this dance!"
The song seemed to go on forever. Why of all times did they have to play the longest slow song on Earth at the moment I was dancing with Darcy? Why is it that the world is out to get me! Finally the dance ended and Darcy escorted me back to where Charlotte was standing.
"Thank you for the dance Elizabeth, I greatly enjoyed it." Then he walked away, his hand once more in his pocket like it had been for the entire week.
"Come on Char. I think I just want to lie down for the rest of the night. Let's go to the bedroom I stayed in last week." I led Char to the back of the floor and opened the door to the bedroom and we both slipped inside.
"So? How was dancing with Darcy like?" Char pounced on me.
"We didn't speak once! He was so insufferable! I'm just glad that he only asked for one dance." I sighed. "He probably regretted asking me halfway through. Did I mention that Colin showed up just before and made an utter fool of himself? Oh and that Darcy is the nephew of Headmistress De Bourgh? Now the ginormous apartment makes sense." I flopped back on the bed.
"No, no and no. Well I guess Colin will be Colin. And your whole spiel about Darcy regretting asking you to dance is so wrong that you have no idea. He couldn't keep his eyes of you the entire time you were dancing. It was like he was mesmerized by you. You've now got two, well three, admirers if you count George Wickham." Char said.
I was in no mood or had the strength to reply, so I just lay back on the bed without uttering a single word. Charlotte and I passed the night like that, talking and when it was time to go, we surreptitiously sneaked out of the room and joined Jane to leave. As we said our goodbyes, I felt Darcy's gaze on me the whole time. Maybe what Charlotte said had some truth in it. But does he really like me?
I watched Elizabeth talk and then dance with a gangly man-boy and it seemed as though an arrow had pierced my heart. Why is he dancing with her? More importantly, what is Elizabeth doing dancing with an idiot like him? It should be me she is dancing with, me! I continued to watch them and saw the ever present pain on Elizabeth's face when her partner trod on her foot again. The song ended and Elizabeth hobbled away from him, met halfway by her friend Charlotte, who helped guide her to a chair. Go ask her to dance you idiot! Go now before you lose your nerve. Without my consent, my feet began to move toward her and in a matter of seconds, I stood in front of the two girls. Elizabeth looked up in surprise, her pain evident in her eyes.
"Could I have the next dance Elizabeth?" I asked.
"Sure, but could it wait for a bit, my toes are a bit sore at the moment." Elizabeth winced once more and I felt like smashing that man's face for hurting her.
"Yes. I will get some ice for them, just stay seated." I hurried to the kitchen to get the ice, wanting Elizabeth to have relief as soon as possible.
I came back in five minutes and saw her still sitting in her chair. Without a word, she took the ice from me and placed it on her feet. Half an hour later, Elizabeth stood up, shakily at first, but then stood straight and looked me in the eyes.
"Well, let's dance!" She said with a determined look in her eyes.
Why does it seem as though she was preparing herself for war? Amused, I followed after her and before we stepped onto the floor, her idiot dance partner showed up.
"Mr. Darcy! I am so humbled to meet you sir. My name is Colin Collins." He bowed to me, and I began to feel a bit exasperated. "I am training to become your aunt's accountant, maybe you have heard of me from her?" To answer his question, I shook my head slowly. "Well, that is all fine, but let me tell you how kind and caring my patroness is. If she could treat her employees with such care, I can't imagine how she would treat her own flesh and blood."
"It was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Collins, but if you do not mind, I was on my way to dance with Elizabeth here, so if you will excuse us…" I interrupted, trying to keep the impatience out of my voice.
"Ah, Elizabeth. Is she not a beauty? I don't mind if you borrow my date Mr. Darcy, please, go ahead. I don't want to get in your way." Colin stepped aside for us to continue on our path.
At the word 'my date', I grabbed Elizabeth's hand to reassure myself that she was still standing beside me. Immediately after, I pulled Elizabeth toward the floor and did not stop until we were surrounding by the moving bodies of others. Date? She was that fool's date? Why would she agree to something like that? This makes no sense with the Elizabeth that I know. I put my hands on her waist and Elizabeth's rested on my shoulders. We danced in silence like that for sometime. I relished each moment, each beat, memorising the feel of her in my arms.
Suddenly, Elizabeth said, "Do you never talk Darcy?"
Incredulous, I replied, "You know that I do Elizabeth, but only when I find that there is a need to express my views."
Thankfully, we lapsed back into silence. I enjoyed the quiet and took that time to appreciate and memorize each feature of her face. I could not stop myself from staring at her. Elizabeth's face suddenly perked up and for some reason, a feeling of dread overcame me.
"I met an acquaintance of yours, George, this morning again Darcy. He and I have become such good friends that we tell each other practically everything." She peered into my face, trying to decipher what was going on in my mind.
Why was she bringing that scoundrel up at a time like this? Hasn't she figured out by now that he is not exactly my favourite person? Not wanting to be rude, I replied to her statement in a state of disbelief and rising anger.
Disappointment was evident on her face and not being able to goad me, she said something else. I made a noise, hoping that it could pass for a reasonable answer because, I had to admit, I had not heard one word that she had said, her eyes had captivated me.
Exasperated, Elizabeth burst out and said, "My God! Why don't you say something! I've been trying to make conversation, but you seem to be so resolved to pass this dance away in silence! Please say something!"
I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Do you always feel the need to talk all the time Elizabeth?"
Angrily, she huffed out, "No actually. I would prefer to be a silent and aloof toward all my partners thank you very much."
I smiled at her perception of me. She doesn't know me very well. It seems that my first impression has made her prejudiced against me. I wish she would let her guard down for a moment so that I could show her who I truly was and maybe, just maybe, she may begin to return my feelings.
"Fine, have it your way. We won't talk for the rest of this dance!"
The dance, in my opinion, ended too quickly and reluctantly, I let go of her and led her back to her friend. I paused by her side for a moment, looking down and quickly etching into my brain the image that she presented with her flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
"Thank you for the dance Elizabeth, I greatly enjoyed it."
As I walked away, I put my hand into my pocket and fingered the ribbon that was always present on my person. Tonight was a good night. I never thought I would see the day when I would enjoy this annual party, but it has come. The only thing I regret is that it is my last year here, I won't be able to experience another moment like this at this party ever again. At least I got a chance to dance with her. I fingered the ribbon all night long, rejecting Caroline's subtle and not so subtle hints for a dance, wanting to hold onto the feeling of Elizabeth dancing in my arms for as long as I could. I did not see her again after our dance, but when it was time for goodbyes, there she was, standing next to Jane. Though I knew it was improper to stare, I could not help myself as I refreshed my memory of the image she presented over and over again. I wonder if she managed to get a glimpse as to my feelings this evening. I sure hope she did and that she returns them fully too.
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