When the glove finally slips past the second knuckle of my fingers, I sigh, glad that it is the final piece of my disguise. ...

“Stop the carriage! Georgiana!”  Darcy leaped from the carriage before the driver fully braked. The horses whinnied in protest, and the driver cursed as ...

Wickham stood at the back door and watched Georgiana read in the garden. She sat on a stone bench with a small book in ...

Fitzwilliam Darcy sat at his desk as he sorted through his daily correspondence. It was harvest season, a busy time of the year for ...

The subsequent days passed without incident. Georgiana prepared for the assembly under Mrs. Younge’s watchful supervision. She took a keen interest in her ward’s ...

Georgiana wasn’t sure what to think when George Wickham called on her for the first time. They had met at the local park and ...

Wickham adjusted his hold on his walking stick, as his nervousness became more apparent with each minute that passed. Seagulls littered the grass close ...

George Wickham didn’t come to Ramsgate with the intention of seducing Georgiana Darcy. Fate, however, had other plans, and when the Darcy carriage rolled ...

A week ago, I was deathly ill. At least that’s how it felt. I was feverish, my throat ached, and my body was weak ...

“Hill? Hill, where are you?” I call out. It’s half-past nine already, and she hasn’t even popped her head in to see if I’m ...