Arrogance and Judgement (A Pride and Prejudice Spinoff)

chapter 1 | grace's pov

I opened my email and there they were. The photos. The gorgeously, stunning photos that were taken by Kait Robinson. The Kait Robinson. Somehow, someway, somebody told her about me and shared with her some of my best photographs, mixtures of them taken of me or by me. She requested to meet me and meet we did. And took pictures. A lot of them. And here were the beautiful creations right in front of my eyes. The colors vibrant and the compositions beautiful.
I call Alex over to my screen, immediately. She's been dying to know what they looked like almost as much as I.
"Alex," I say, my voice ringing with excitement.
"Did you get 'em?"
"Yeah," I breathe out and laugh. "They're beautiful."
"You better send them to me!" she laughs as well.
"I'm already a page ahead of you," I say, clicking the send button as she strolled to her room.
Silence washes over me as I lay down on my bed.
"Grace, I'm going to go get some coffee or a drink or something. I'll be back," Alex yells.
"Don't get drunk or I'll beat your ass!" I yell back as she walks on the door.
I'm still on my bed when she leaves, drinking in this amazing substance called happiness.
I lay on my bed for a while before I get up and cook dinner. Alex can't cook for shit while I, on the other hand, love to cook and am quite good at it, if I do say so myself.
I turn on my music, per usual, but instead of turning on a boy band or singer like One Direction or Ed Sheeran, I opt for the beautiful piano and violin of the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack.
I had read the book for my high school literature class years ago and fell in love with it. Then, I discovered the movie. I fell in love with it, also. Something about it just- I don't know. It's just beautiful.
After not much consideration, I choose grilled chicken and began preparing it immediately, marinating the chicken in Italian dressing while I cut some veggies to grill with it.
It doesn't take long for it to be done. Only about 20-25 minutes, really.
After it was done, I arranged it on a plate and set it back on the stove, ready for Alex when she comes home and ready for me when I am hungry.
The rest of the day strolls by as I clean our apartment, music flowing smoothly through the speakers that we set around our house. Alex and I both love music so, we both decided to invest in some good quality speakers. We set them around the apartment in places that balanced each other out so that, when you walk through our place of living, the music would all be even and smooth. That was one of the best decisions we've ever made, in my opinion.
With 'A Postcard to Henry Purcell' filling the room with it's beautiful notes, I finish up cleaning.
Because of the music of Pride and Prejudice, the only thing that's running through my mind right now is the beauty of the relationship between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.
I have to admit before I continue on that I am very much of a hopeless romantic. The idea of love is so captivating and intriguing and though it probably isn't, I believe in storybook love with happy endings. I believe that love songs and poems can be the solution to anything. I believe that love is one of the sole reasons we exist because without it, the world would be chaos. Just think about it.
Without your parents loving each other, you wouldn't exist. Without the love of your parents to you, you might be dead because they didn't care enough to protect you. Without the love of doing something, you really wouldn't do anything at all. People don't realize it but, without love, everything would be a disaster.
I am in love with love and I am totally, 100% okay with that because without love, what are we?
After hours of basically doing nothing except updating my Tumblr page with my photographs and taking in the beautiful symphonies playing around me, Alex finally walks in.
I get up to go to her but, when I see she's carrying someone, I leave her alone. I do, though, finally get to ask her who the hell that was when she went to the living room to watch Netflix.
"Who's that?" I ask as soon as I walk in.
"Someone drunk, who I met in a bar. I couldn't leave her on the streets so I brought her here," she answers simply in her usual 'I don't really care' voice.
I didn't feel like badgering her with the same 'you can't bring everyone here because you'll get us killed' so, I just left to my room to try to coax my insomniac brain to fall asleep, which didn't work so, I end up watching Pride and Prejudice instead.