As he heard the carriage pull in the drive, Darcy wondered if his wife would even remember him. It's been two hundred years since she last saw you, she might not remember he reminded himself. Although, if she truly loves you, she'll remember you; after all, it's not like you've changed much. Or at all he amended, smoothing his coat over his shirt and adjusted his cravat as he walked out the door. Looking over the drive, his eyes followed the carriage's progress.
The carriage stopped, and suddenly, Darcy was nervous all over again. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that Mencheres had promised to explain what had happened to his wife. Glancing down at his left hand, Darcy wished, not for the first time, that he had his ring, now more than ever.
He watched Mencheres open the carriage door and step out. Mencheres held out his hand, in which was then placed a small, feminine hand, ungloved, but entirely familiar to him. Following the hand was a woman clad in jeans and light green shirt that suited her dark hair perfectly.
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Dead...Or So We Thought
FanfictionThis started as a dream I had while reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it. It is an amazing book. I'm not sure if I like the title or not, but it does work for what happens later in the story. If y...
