Prom and Prejudice

While Jane chose to never see the bad side of people, I sincerely believed that Charles didn't have a bad side. He even put up with Lydia's incessant questions about the party, the food, the private room -- I was surprised she didn't ask him to open up his wallet so she could see how much cash he was carrying.

While Lydia played twenty inappropriate questions, I started looking around to see who was there. The standard cash cliques were in their respective groups, but I did catch a few of the Longbourn girls whispering and looking at us. I looked down at my outfit, but realized that I could be dressed head to toe in designer clothing and they'd still look at me with disdain. I was a reminder that there was life outside the precious little bubble they lived in. And I knew that they despised me for many things, but most of all for thriving despite their best efforts to bring me down.

I brought my attention back to my group and could see Jane's eyes getting wider every time Lydia opened her mouth.

"Charlotte's here," I said, nodding toward the door. "And Lydia, they just brought out something that looks like quesadillas."

As I thought she would, Lydia homed in on the server and mercifully left us.

I leaned in closer to Jane and whispered, "Have fun with Charles. I'll keep an eye on Lydia."

Jane smiled gratefully and went over to a group of couches with Charles. I waved Charlotte over, but Colin, mistaking that my enthusiasm was for him, approached as well.

"Hello, Elizabeth," he said. "It is a pleasure to see you here, and dressed in such a pleasing manner. What blend is that fabric?"

"Yeah, uh, nice seeing you as well."

He leaned in and put his hand on the small of my back. "Elizabeth, do you think I could persuade you to join me on the dance floor?"

"Oh, um. Have you met Charlotte Lucas?"

Charlotte and Colin exchanged pleasantries. I was hoping this distraction would keep me from dancing with Colin.

"So, shall we?" Colin motioned toward the platform where a few couples were moving to a slightly slow song.

I couldn't think of a good excuse, so I decided that I may as well get it over with. I walked with Colin to the dance floor and, once there, he awkwardly grabbed my waist and I cautiously lowered my arms around his shoulders. I didn't realize until we were standing there that he was a couple inches shorter than me.

He started to move and stepped on my foot. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said, staring at our steps as if they were a math problem he could solve.

"That's okay." I started to move back and forth, trying to not make my movements too sudden.

"Well, you certainly are a good dancer."

"Thanks."

"You know, Elizabeth, you can play the piano, dance, are smart enough to get a scholarship and, might I add, make a mean latte. Is there anything you can't do?"

I forced out a laugh. "Oh, you know ..."

"Know what?"

"Sorry?"

"You were saying, you know. What am I supposed to know?" Colin looked at me expectantly. I didn't have anything to say. And I wasn't one hundred percent sure, but I think Colin was under the horrible impression that I was flirting with him.

My back stiffened. "No, nothing. Sorry."

He nodded. "No, no, it should be me who apologizes. I simply misunderstood. It is something that can happen easily, especially when the music is playing at such high decibels."

"That's okay."

"Once again, Elizabeth, you are too gracious."

"Uh, thanks."

"You are more than welcome."

I tried to avoid any more awkward exchanges by pretending I was enthralled by a painting that hung on the wall behind Colin until the song thankfully ended, allowing me an escape from my misery.

"Having fun?" Charlotte laughed as I approached.

"Tons. You?"

She shrugged. "These things have gotten easier for me --" Charlotte bit her lip. She had always felt guilty that the torture she endured became less severe when I'd arrived on campus. I was fresh meat.

She tried to smile. "Plus, the food's good." She held up a miniburger.

"That does look good. I --"

Darcy was suddenly in front of us. "Hello."

"Uh, hi."

"I was hoping that you could join me for a dance."

I was completely shocked by his invitation. When I didn't respond, he said, "I'll see you in a moment." And with that, he walked away.

"Wait a second." I looked at Charlotte. "Did Will Darcy just ask me to dance?"

Charlotte's mouth dropped open. "That's Will Darcy? Lizzie, he's hot." "What?"

"That guy" -- she motioned her head in his direction -- "is hot."

"Are you crazy?"

"He really must have made a bad impression on you if you can't see that not only is he gorgeous, but that he obviously has a thing for you."

"Oh, please ..."

Charlotte paused. "And I think you have a thing for him."

"What?"

She laughed. "If you don't have any feelings for Will Darcy, why are you blushing and fixing your hair?"

I pulled my hands away from my hair. "Okay, you've clearly lost your mind. There is nothing going on between me and Darcy. Obviously, he's setting me up for something."

"Lizzie!"