hello mr darcy

"I beg you, to deliver me from this terrible torture! My class, family expectations and worldly views, I have completely forgotten them. I am willing to abandon the perception of threshold and embrace the family and the world that welcome you relative."

Lydia had a bad premonition in her heart.

Darcy's voice continued: "...I investigated Mr. Bernal and came to Mr. Collins' wedding just to meet you!"

Lydia trembled and raised her head in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

Darcy stepped forward, as if unable to restrain his excitement: "I love you."

For the three words, Lydia took them apart and read them one by one, and then put them together again.I turned it over and over several times, but I didn't understand it in the end.

"Is it for me?" Lydia lowered her head, feeling a little dazed.

This answer was beyond Darcy's expectation.

"The past few months have been too painful for me. Every time I see you, my heart feels like I'm torn between heat and ice water."

Lydia looked up at him, her eyes were very serious, and she didn't move for a long time.

The girl's eyes made Darcy at a loss for what to do.He stood there without moving at all, waiting for the person in front of him to finally react and give him an answer.

As night fell, the wind gradually picked up.

Lydia finally spoke, as if with all sorts of difficulties.

"I could not be more honored, Mr. Darcy, to have your appreciation. But..."

When a but exited, Darcy's face became stiff.But he still didn't look away, as if he was constantly trying to persevere and listen to the girl's last words.

Even with those words, they would stab into his chest like a knife.

"Maybe, you already think that those views of family status don't need to be cared about, or that they are worthy of taking corresponding responsibilities." Lydia sighed, "But, I don't think so."

Darcy frowned, and thought for a long time before opening his mouth: "Are you rejecting me like this, are you counterattacking what I just said?"

"What?" Lydia didn't respond for a while.

Looking at the girl's reaction, Darcy obviously realized that he was a villain.

And this discovery not only made him feel happy, but also plunged into deeper despair.

The girl is not such a narrow-minded person, and she can't even understand her situation more thoroughly.She was not at all offended by her words, which made Darcy feel more deeply involved than she could tell.

But at the same time, Lydia's calmness further publicized her determination to refuse.

And this made Darcy feel unspeakable bitterness in his heart.

"No, Mr. Darcy. I don't think so." Lydia finally understood Darcy's meaning, "I just... just think that your concerns are very reasonable."

The girl raised her head and paused at Darcy: "But obviously, you lost your rational thinking afterwards."

Darcy was dumbfounded for a moment.

The smile on Lydia's face slowly turned bitter: "I lost my mind in this way before, and that's why I was teased like that by Mr. Bernal."

She shook her head as if mocking herself: "Think about it again, although his words are offensive, they are not groundless. Just like how you persuaded your friend Mr. Bingley."

Lydia stopped Darcy before he could speak.

"Let me finish, Mr. Darcy." Lydia sighed. "My family, my class, and my looks would not be the wife of a man like you."

She lowered her head, her thin body becoming more and more vulnerable in the cold wind.

Her voice was hesitant, coming out of the wind very lightly and slowly.

But it was like a huge knife, lingering in Darcy's heart.

Lydia looked up, and the smile on her face became bright and confident: "So, I don't want to be so naive anymore. I should be capable enough and grow up very well."

Darcy's lips moved before finally speaking: "Not everyone is like Bernal."

"If you can trust me, I will definitely not disappoint your trust." Darcy desperately longed for an opportunity, a precious opportunity that he missed when he hesitated.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy. I can't trust you."

"Your impulsiveness will gradually wear off in the daily necessities and the pointing of everyone, Mr. Darcy." Lydia smiled and shook her head, "I am no longer the age of dreaming. My last innocence has already passed away. Gone clean by Mister Bernal."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Looking at the back of the girl, Darcy felt that the surroundings were extremely bright, but he felt as if endless darkness was gradually covering him.This kind of helplessness and despair made him powerless for a while.

He staggered and turned back to the house, found a bottle of vodka, and drank it in big gulps.

The two who left in a hurry didn't see a black shadow beside the bushes, covering their mouths, so surprised that they couldn't speak.

Elizabeth felt that the world was simply too scary!

Mr. Arrogant, who has never had any interaction with Lydia, and even has only disgust, proposes to his sister.Fortunately, Lydia refused rationally and was not dazzled by his wealth.Otherwise, she must have a good talk with Lydia, such an arrogant and rude person, it's too late to hate, how can she endure it for a lifetime?

Lydia's heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

What's more, when the crowd was about to rush back to Mr. Collins' mansion, she asked for a horse, and even ran towards Bennet's house all night long.

"Lydia?" Elizabeth couldn't imagine.

Lydia glanced at her, and then silenced Elizabeth.

The reason is very simple, those eyes are too sad and determined, and the emotions contained in them have even shocked Elizabeth greatly.He was stunned for a long time, watching Lydia's back disappearing from sight.

"Liz?" Charlotte couldn't catch up and ran over to ask.

Elizabeth looked at the ground, blinked her eyes and thought for a long time before finally answering: "Let Lydia go back by herself, she often does this."

Under a full moon, the girl gallops on horseback.

On the endless grassland, under the whip, the horse used [-]% of its strength and ran fast.

In Lydia's heart, it was like a stormy sea, and infinite thoughts rushed in, as if they were going to squeeze her mind.

So many thoughts quickly drained her strength and made her stop her horse.Turning over, he was lying on the endless field like that, silently looking at the sky.

Mr. Bernal, make her angry, make her wronged.

However, until today, after rejecting Darcy, she finally understood her situation.

And this situation made her despair.

She still believed in Mr. Darcy's character, there was no doubt about it.

But never at this moment, she had a clearer understanding of her poverty and this overly gorgeous appearance.

A cool wind blew by at night, but it wasn't just Lydia who disturbed her heart.

"Is Darcy still in his own room?" asked Mrs. de Bourgh.

The servant nodded: "Yes."

Mrs. de Bower frowned, silently looking at Anna who was sitting aside, her weak and unfortunate daughter.

The vodka passed down his throat, leaving a burning pain all the way.Darcy frowned tightly, and even clenched his fists tightly.

However, he still took a sip.

After all, just such pain, completely out of his mind, made him despair.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.Darcy laughed helplessly at himself.

What should he do if the girl can't trust him.

Feeling drunk doesn't help in the slightest.Between that kind of dizziness and confusion, on the contrary, the thoughts in my heart became clearer.Even more unbearable.

"Can't trust me?" Darcy never hated Bernal so much at such a moment.

He ruined his own chance, and the chances of everyone else after him.

"Darcy?" William walked in, looked helplessly at his usually calm cousin, and sighed, "Can you tell me, what exactly have you experienced?"

Darcy raised his head, glanced at him coldly, and then turned his eyes away.

"Okay, okay, you don't want to say it." William curled his lips, got himself a glass, and sat down.

"Don't touch my vodka." Darcy said suddenly.

William turned his head to the side: "Really, I've drank like this, can I still treasure your collection?"

Darcy didn't speak any more, watched William take a sip, then lowered his head and drank again.

"Drinking is the most boring thing." William tried to speak, always wanting to let Darcy speak.

Darcy glanced at him darkly: "Either drink, or leave."

William raised his hands in surrender, and teased very amusingly: "I really miss that sober Darcy, you should never drink."

William was right that Darcy drank very little.

Therefore, very few people know that the drunk Darcy turned out to be such a scene.

"I've been drunk twice, Darcy."

Since Darcy didn't want to speak, William began to talk to himself, completely ignoring the neglect of the people around him.

"Once for the bloody inheritance, and once for a cruel girl."

He looked sideways at this cousin, and smiled secretly: "I'm afraid it's because of a girl."

Darcy's eyes turned cold: "Don't say it easily, it will affect the girl's reputation."

William raised his eyebrows, apparently not expecting Darcy to be so drunk and still think about the unknown girl.

"You really fell for it this time..." He thought to himself.

William rolled his eyes: "Do you want to know what happened to that girl?"

Darcy did not move at all.

William smiled and raised his glass, as if clinking glasses with the air, enjoying himself.

"She's my wife now."

Darcy tilted his head a little.

William smiled secretly in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all, and even took a sip of his wine as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until Darcy's eyes became urging that he continued: "She said she didn't want to be with someone like me who has no right of inheritance or any status."

He looked down at the military uniform on his body and the medal on his shoulder, and smiled happily: "Now that I have status and power, I can naturally win beautiful women back. I even made that girl regret it for a long time Woolen cloth!"

William patted Darcy on the shoulder, looking like someone who had come here, and said earnestly: "No matter who she is or why she refuses you. If you don't want to give up, there is always a way."

Darcy's eyes gradually revealed light.

"On the contrary, if you just stay here, it's really over." After William finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

Darcy said suddenly: "Thank you."

William smiled: "You're welcome."

……

On the grass, Lydia had been lying down long enough.It was so long that even her limbs became stiff from the cold.

She has some regrets.

Of course, it doesn't mean that rejection.But for myself, I didn't seize this opportunity to have a good talk with Mr. Darcy about the matter of Bingley and Jane.

but……

Lydia turned her head and thought to herself: This is not necessarily a bad thing.

After all, who said that only by staying with the official spouse can one's sisters find a happy future?

Look at my dear Elizabeth, the love with Officer Paris is going very smoothly!

Then muddle along!

Lydia made a secret decision, got on the horse, and continued on her way home.

The biting cold wind slid across her cheeks like a knife, cutting her face with pain.However, Lydia didn't find it unbearable, on the contrary, she found a long-lost pleasure from it, absurdly.

It was like, at this moment, she was truly free.

It has to be said that in such an era where women are greatly discriminated against, freedom is really a rare feeling.

This subtle sense of happiness lasted until not long after, Lydia saw the lights in Bennet's house.

back home...

She sighed softly before getting off the horse.

The sound of knocking on the door woke up the dog, which was finally sleeping peacefully, and suddenly barked non-stop.

"Oh my God, my Master Bennet! Who the hell is coming here at such a late hour!" Mrs. Bennet's shouting sound penetrated through the door with a strong penetrating power.

Let Lydia outside the door hear it clearly, and she couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, from this point of view, my mother is still extremely cute.

"My God, Lydia!" Mr. Bennet was very surprised. He poked his head out to look behind Lydia, "Where's Liz?"

There was no one else behind the little daughter, only a very tired horse snorting and pacing in the yard.

Mr. Bennet sighed helplessly: "Lydia, you won't be riding back all the way again, will you?"

Lydia pouted, lowered her eyes, and refused to answer the question.

Mr. Bennet had no choice but to admit defeat, and turned sideways to let Lydia in.

"Who is it, Mr. Bennet?" came Mrs. Bennet's voice.

Lydia yelled, "It's me, Mom!"

The next moment, the stairs creaked.

Mr. Bennet persuaded helplessly: "My wife, you can walk slowly, Lydia is here and won't leave."

"Lydia!" Mrs. Bennet ran over and straightened her dusty daughter's clothes before asking, "Where's Liz, isn't she here?"

Mr. Bennet nodded secretly behind Lydia.

The next moment, Mrs. Bennet exploded and began to chatter: "God, Lydia! I told you several times, you can't ride like this! What will you do if you fall off!"

Lydia hastened to throw in the towel before Mrs. Bennet began to bemoan her fragile nerves.Repeatedly promised that there would be no next time, although everyone knew that this was just a stopgap measure.

"Mom, I'm so tired!" Lydia begged for mercy.

After all, she felt sorry for her daughter, so Mrs. Bennet stopped talking, and quickly arranged hot water for Lydia and let her go to rest.

"Mr. Bennet, what do you think happened to Lydia?" Mrs. Bennet looked at her daughter's back, worried constantly, and sought answers and comfort from her husband.

But obviously, this time Mr. Bennet is completely clueless.He could only wrap his arms around his wife and sigh in a low voice: "Thinking about it, I'm in a bad mood again!"

There was a little guilt in Mrs. Bennet's eyes: "I shouldn't keep yelling about getting them to marry quickly, otherwise Lydia wouldn't have met that fellow Bernal. Oh, my poor Lydia!"

Mr. Bennet looked down at her, but said nothing.

The conversation between the two was unclear to Lydia who was already lying on the bed.

She was just suddenly aware of her fatigue in the endless sprint.It's as if you can fall asleep the next moment after hitting the pillow.

No matter how the lightning flashes and thunders, she will not be affected in any way.

Sometimes, what mood doesn't matter.Once you feel the past, many things will get a chance to be rearranged.

Tomorrow will be a new day.isn't it?

Lydia closed her eyes, she didn't need to count sheep this time, it was enough for her to fall asleep quickly.

In the dreamland, she seemed to have sunk into an endless illusion, soft, surrounded by ordinary whiteness.

She shook her limbs extremely hard, but she couldn't stop the feeling of falling at all.

Lydia should have felt uneasy, but for no reason, she looked forward to the end of the dream.

There is a lot of traffic and people come and go.Lydia actually dreamed of her past life.

The lights are feasting, going in and out of various banquets.

It's been too long, so long that she almost forgot how she used to give advice in the mall.

Therefore, the role of the environment is indeed terrible.

She even thought that getting married was an important thing.I completely forgot how free and wonderful I lived alone in the past 30 years of my previous life.

Bennet's family background is not important, what matters is only how capable he is.

There was a smile on the corner of Lydia's mouth, with endless hope and anticipation.

If her former opponents saw it, they would probably feel terrified of this extremely gentle smile.

It's a pity that the people here still don't understand how many ups and downs this country girl has in her heart.

However, if Lydia wants to make a breakthrough, there are still many difficulties to overcome.

such as……

"Lydia, you are beyond imagination!"

As soon as she got up, Katie ran up, very excitedly promoting the news that made her ecstatic.

Lydia rubbed her eyes helplessly, with a bit of tiredness: "What's wrong, Katie?"

Katie happily circled around her bed, raised her head and looked at the ceiling, but her eyes seemed to have jumped over the barrier and looked straight up to the sky.

"Lydia, you can't imagine what a lovely officer Mr. Wickham is!"

Lydia lost all sleepiness in an instant, and sat up all of a sudden.

"Wickham?" she asked again, in disbelief.

The happy look on Katie's face obviously has completely fallen into such imagination.

"Mr. Wickham, he picked out ribbons and buttons with me a few days ago, and sent me all the way back." Katie said it with fascination, "What a lovely officer."

Lydia was already covered in cold sweat.

She couldn't sit still any longer and jumped up, washing herself at an extremely fast speed.

When he returned to the room, he held Katie's hand tightly and asked one by one.

"Mr. Wickham walked you back?"

Katie didn't know why, so she nodded.

Lydia took a few deep breaths: "Then, what other time will I meet you like this?"

When this question was uttered, Katie fell into happy memories in an instant.After thinking about it for a long time, I found those two or three lovely encounters from my memory.One by one meticulous and detailed, and Lydia showed off.

"So..." Lydia raised her eyebrows to make sure, "I just met him at Ludwig's store, and also during the Longborn rally?"

Katie smiled and raised her eyebrows, looking smug.

Lydia finally let out a long sigh of relief, barely returning her heart to its original place.

"Katie, listen to me." She carefully considered her words, "Mr. Wickham is not a gentleman from a good family."

Katie didn't take this matter to heart, with a look of indifference: "He's so cute!"

As Lydia expected, how could a girl who had never tasted poverty learn the importance of money and social status so early?

Seeing such innocent and naive sisters, Lydia suddenly couldn't make up her mind.Just like that, shattering Katie's naive dreams!

She curled her lips: "In short, there are so many cute officers out there, you can't see only one, right?"

Lydia still understood her sister, and found a more suitable angle to shoot, which really changed Katie's face.

"Of course not!" Katie looked stubborn.

Lydia smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Then, you must have seen the cuteness of Captain William and Officer Brown? I heard from the people in the town that their discussions are very interesting!"

God knows who these two people are, and Lydia just made up two random names, which is enough to make Katie's mind drift away.

"You're right!" Katie held her hand and said very seriously, "I must get to know them!"

Looking at Katie's back, Lydia's heart was not completely relaxed.

She combed her hair before going out.

In the study, Mr. Bennet looked over with surprise on his face.

"what?"

Lydia nodded: "Yes, is there anything special about Katie recently?"

Mr. Bennet frowned. As a father who doesn't care much about his daughter's recent behavior, it is indeed not easy to answer such a question.

"What happened?" he asked.

Lydia struggled for a while, not knowing how to express it.After all, most of Wickham's understanding is from books, let alone the reputation of Miss Darcy, she always has to carefully consider the language.

"I met that Mr. Wickham before. When he learned that my dowry was only [-] pounds, his face completely changed. He went straight to talk to the Ludwig family's daughter."

Lydia secretly said sorry in her heart, as a repentance for her wanton fabrication.However, the effect of saying this was obviously good, and Mr. Bennet's face instantly became serious.

"You mean, Mr. Wickham is such a money-hungry person?" Mr. Bennet was a little surprised, "People in the town always talk very well about him. I thought he was a A respectable gentleman."

Lydia nodded secretly. Such a handsome face really makes people feel good.

Mr. Bennet frowned and replied: "If this is the case, we must do something about Katie's matter."

"I talked to her before, and Katie said that she would try her best to see other lovely officers." Lydia thought deeply, "It's just that I'm afraid you need to pay more attention to the future, Dad."

Mr. Bennet stared: "Me?"

Lydia nodded, with a bit of coquettishness and pleading in her eyes.

Mr. Bennet had a guess: "So, my dear Lydia, do you have any new arrangements after that?"

"Father, you always know me this way!" Lydia shook Mr. Bennet's arm and acted mischievously. "I'm going to visit my uncle and the others."

Mr. Bennet was a little surprised: "Going to London again? I thought you would not want to go to that city for a long time."

Lydia raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Bernal's matter has nothing to do with that lovely city. Naturally, I still love that place very much."

"Going there, what are you going to do?" asked Mr. Bennet.

coming!Lydia had a warning in her heart and carefully considered her words.

"Uncle's house has an extremely exquisite shop, and it's been quite busy recently. I want to help there."

Mr. Bennet had doubts in his eyes: "Help?"

Lydia nodded, her eyes full of sincerity.Blinking a pair of shining eyes, it seems that he is constantly declaring his simple thoughts.

"Does your uncle know?" asked Mr. Bennet.

Lydia shook her head: "No. I always need your approval before I can write to uncle."

This kind of respect made Mr. Bennet very satisfied, and he nodded quickly: "It's a good thing to go and see the things in the city. Gain some knowledge."

He became very gentle, touched Lydia's head, and said earnestly: "Lydia, you are still very young. Don't let the past trap your future."

Lydia was stunned for a moment, then nodded in confusion, and hurried back to her room to write a letter to her uncle.

Only when you go to London can you sell the embroidery in your hand.

For Lydia, as long as she has the start-up funds, the following things will not be too difficult.

After all, it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, right?

"Dear uncle,

I'm Lydia and I've always been fascinated by everything London has to offer.The store you own, as you said, has been busy the other day.So I would like to ask, if you can let me help one or two..."

Lydia let out a long sigh of relief as the postman left with her letter.

In this way, it is the first step, gradually entering the shopping malls of this era.

She took a breath of the fresh country air, turned and went back to her room.

Since we want to start with embroidery, we naturally need to prepare a few pieces.

This era is exactly the era full of curiosity about everything in the East.However, due to the limitations of navigation technology, even though many nobles are full of desire for oriental paintings and embroidery, the goods are always not enough.

Is there anything better than this kind of work to open up the upper class market?

In addition to the embroidery, Lydia hesitated to take out the original oil paintings.

Such paintings may be able to contribute to her start-up capital.

With an excellent foundation, the silk thread fluttered back and forth under her hands, and a beautiful sachet came out in a short time.If you put a few good spices in it later, it must be a very interesting result.

As for those gigantic works, such huge works as double-sided embroidery, Lydia thought about it for a long time before deciding to put it down for the time being.

She only planned to put a pair of embroidery similar to a screen, and it should be regarded as an exhibition.As for selling, in the short term, hunger therapy is more suitable for her production speed.

"Lydia?"

She was thinking about it when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Mrs. Bennet walked in very quickly and grabbed her hand: "My dear Lydia! You won't be leaving again, will you?"

Lydia smiled and shook her head: "Of course not, first of all, uncles and others must be willing to accept me!"

Unfortunately, Lydia's joke did not reassure Mrs. Bennet, but instead frowned even more.

"So, when are you going to leave?"

Lydia smiled and said, "At least after Liz's wedding."

"It's only been less than half a month..." Mrs. Bennet was a little dazed, and her grip on Lydia tightened even more.

She seemed to be hesitant, but she couldn't bear it and said: "Lydia, you are always so stubborn. You can definitely find a good home in this place."

Lydia looked up at her mother, facing such kind and caring eyes, she sighed deeply.

She hugged her mother gently, and dropped a kiss on her slightly aged cheek.

"Mom, thank you. But I can't just be a burden on my family."

Facing Mrs. Bennet's gaze, Lydia paused word by word:

"Mom, trust me!"

"Of course I believe you!" Mrs. Bennet said as if she couldn't bear it anymore. "My dear Lydia, I have always believed that you will become an outstanding lady and marry a lovely gentleman."

Lydia smiled and looked up: "Thank you."

There is nothing more satisfying than the trust of family members.

For Lydia, even her subordinates couldn't help but move much faster.Not long after, a word was tattooed.

At sunset, accompanied by the blush of the sunset, the sound of a carriage finally sounded outside.

"Liz!" Mrs. Bennet quickly went out to greet her, and greeted her daughter who was about to get married happily.

"Is Lydia back?" Elizabeth asked.

Mrs. Bennet nodded quickly, a little puzzled, and lowered her voice: "What happened to her, why does she look weirder than when she came back from London before?"

Elizabeth moved her lips, but for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

It should be an extremely pleasant thing for any girl to get a marriage proposal from a gentleman.However, such offensive words made even Elizabeth, a bystander, feel great displeasure.So, how angry should Lydia be when she was directly accused of such a family misfortune?

What's more, after accepting the insult of Mr. Bernal just now, will this time make things worse?

Elizabeth was quite worried. If any 15-year-old girl had accepted so many surprising and angry things in one go, she would have lost her mind long ago.

However, Lydia is not just 15 years old.

What's more, she once had an extremely thorough understanding of the people in this world.

What Elizabeth considered offensive, to Lydia it was at best Mr. Darcy's frankness.

Elizabeth struggled for a long time, and couldn't bear Mrs. Bennet's chatter, and couldn't stop asking.In the end, he hesitated to tell her what happened in Luo Ri's new manor.Of course, she also asked her mother to keep it a secret. This is related to Lydia's reputation!

"My God! My poor Lydia." Mrs. Bennet wailed, and rubbed her head tightly, bemoaning her poor nerves.

This was beyond Elizabeth's expectation.

A rich man like Mr. Darcy was rejected by Lydia.What a blow it would be to Mrs. Bennet, who was determined to marry her daughter!

However, at this moment, Mrs. Bennet just kept bemoaning Lydia's misfortune.

"What's wrong?" Lydia had heard her name too many times, so she couldn't help but come out.

As soon as he went out, he saw Elizabeth's guilty eyes.

Before she could guess in her mind, Mrs. Bennet revealed the answer: "My dear Lydia, you have been insulted like this by that nasty Mr. Darcy!"

In an instant, Lydia had one head and two big ones.

"Liz? How do you know." Lydia was very surprised.

Elizabeth lowered her head in embarrassment: "I saw you gone for a long time, so I went to find you. As a result..."

The latter words are simply self-evident.

Lydia stroked her forehead helplessly: "Oh, that nasty bush."

"My poor Lydia!" Mrs. Bennet came up and hugged her tightly, "If you want to go to London to relax, you can go even today!"

Before Lydia could react, Mrs. Bennet had gone from mourning her misfortune to talking about her dissatisfaction with Mr. Darcy.

"Mom!" Lydia quickly interrupted her, "Don't say that."

Mrs. Bennet was talking about how arrogant Mr. Darcy is, she stopped suddenly, and looked at her daughter in surprise, with doubts in her eyes.

Lydia sighed: "It's just his offense. If we talk about it behind our backs, wouldn't we become such impolite women?"

Mrs. Bennet thought about it carefully and found it reasonable.Although there was still some grievances in his heart, his mouth was quiet after all.

"Liz, tell me quickly. You went this time, but did you receive any other bad treatment?" Mrs. Bennet became extremely concerned.

Elizabeth thought about it carefully, and after meeting Lydia's eyes, she put Mrs. de Bourgh's rudeness behind her mind with a tacit understanding, and only focused on talking about the interesting things about the wedding.

"Mom, you can't imagine how beautiful Charlotte is when she wears the tiara you made for Lydia!"

Mrs. Bennet lovingly touched Elizabeth's cheek: "Oh, my dear Liz, you must know that your wedding will be much more luxurious than Lucas's."

Elizabeth lowered her head.

"What's more, your entire dress is made by Lydia herself!"

Thinking of that exquisite wedding dress, Elizabeth's ear tips turned slightly red.

"Speaking of which, Paris has already prepared the manor, saying that he is ready to welcome its mistress anytime!" Mrs. Bennet said happily.

Speaking of this matter, even Mary on the side couldn't help interjecting: "Mr. Paris heard that according to Liz's hobbies, he redid the decoration of the entire living room, just like Shakespeare's love, Liz Couldn't be happier."

Mrs. Bennet agreed deeply, and nodded very seriously: "Of course, my Liz will be very happy."

Lydia was sitting aside, still embroidering something under her hands.

Mrs. Bennet inadvertently