My Mr. Darcy

Chapter 3

Charlie sighed, and said, "That's a story within itself. One that Darcy will have to tell, but don't hold your breath. That chapter of his life is closed, unless someone comes along and helps him open it back up. And I don't see that happening in...ummm....never! Does the phrase 'when Hell freezes over' ring a bell? But even if he doesn't come on Friday, that won't keep you from coming, will it?" He held his breath waiting for her answer.

Janet had a smile on her face. He still wanted to go out regardless. "Yes Charlie. I will most definitly be there. What about Lizzie?"

Charlie knew that the sisters had a special bond, so he said, "Sure she can come. I'd love to meet her. "

Janet said, "Thank you, Charlie. I'll see you on Friday." With that they said good-bye.

Charlie could not believe that for the first time he had found someone...someone that had fallen in love with him, and not his money. He would tell Janet later about the money...all  in good time!

DARCY's POV

I cannot believe that Charlie, who has known me since childhood, wanted me to go out on Friday night with his lady friend and her sister. Darcy thought back to 2003, when he met Jackie Trent. He had just given money to the city for them to build a children's hopsital, for children who have cancer. Jackie, was the former mayor's daughter. Darcy met her at a banquet in honor of her father. They were introduced to one another. Not long after, they began dating. As time passed, it was "expected" that they marry. So of course, they had a huge engagement party, with half of New York there. Darcy liked Jackie, but there never was a "connection"...that special feeling that you get when find that one that you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with. It was all a show....but if was all a show....then why did it hurt so much when he found out that the night before they were to be married, she flew to France with his nemesis, Trey Wickam? Pride, plain and simple. As Darcy mulled this over, he thumbd through the mail on his desk.....junk...bills...more junk...and his eyes came across a letter he dreaded opening. It was from the director of Hope for You. He opened the letter, and read that it was the 8th anniversary of the hospital being in operation, and that he was invited to speak. They asked him every year, and he declined every time. Did these people not understand that if you lost someone to cancer, you might not want to speak in a place where people have cancer? Did they not understand that his money was supposed to be enough? Did they not understand that losing Sophie was one of the hardest things for him to go through in his life?