Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Follow Request, Page 12
By Suha · Published
Log in to see this page
Page 12 of Follow Request is for signed-in readers. Logging in brings you straight back here — and an account is free if you do not have one.
Transcript
Page 12 (three panels — two close-ups across the top, one wide below). Panel 1: Close-up on Georgiana, grey-blue eyes wide with astonishment, lips parted — the last thing she expected to hear. GEORGIANA: You? Panel 2: Close-up on Lizzie in profile, looking away through the glass toward the lake, a rueful half-smile, embarrassed by her own past certainty. Panel 3 (wide): The two of them side by side on the piano bench in the golden light, Lizzie shrugging one shoulder, owning it completely. LIZZIE: I told half my town his version. Out loud. For weeks.
Image description
Three panels: a stunned close-up of Georgiana saying 'You?'; Lizzie in profile looking out at the lake, rueful; then the two of them on the bench as Lizzie admits she repeated his version for weeks.
About this chapter
The engagement is public, the town has its version, and now Lizzie has to face the one audience that actually matters. Darcy takes her out to the estate to meet his younger sister Georgiana — seventeen, painfully shy, and the person whose good opinion he cares about more than anyone's on earth. Lizzie arrives at the foot of the stone steps with a knot in her stomach for a reason she can't say out loud: she is the girl who sat in a coffee shop and swallowed George Wickham's story whole, and Georgiana is the girl he actually tried to destroy. The first hour is a slow-motion catastrophe of good manners — a too-formal greeting in the sunlit hall, three people and three cups of tea and nothing to say, Darcy hovering like a man defusing a bomb. Then Lizzie spots the piano, and the girl who can barely finish a sentence sits down and turns into someone else entirely. Lizzie chases Darcy out of the room, and in the golden quiet of the music room Georgiana finally asks the question she has been holding all afternoon: he told you, didn't he — about last summer. Lizzie could be gentle. Instead she tells the truth: she believed every word that man said too, and repeated it to half her town for weeks. The shame Georgiana has carried alone since she was sixteen turns out to be shared, and halved, and survivable. Darcy comes back to find the two of them shoulder to shoulder on the piano bench, heads together, his sister laughing — and the man who spent a year unable to smile is undone in a doorway. By golden hour Lizzie is standing at the top of the steps instead of the bottom, on the inside of the door, with a standing invitation for next weekend. The hard part was never the door.