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Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Follow Request, Page 4

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Page 4 (two stacked panels). Panel 1: The sunlit entrance hall. Georgiana stands very straight and much too formal, hands clasped in front of her with her sleeves over them, giving a small stiff nod. Lizzie stands opposite in her olive-green jacket, arms relaxed at her sides, kind and amused. GEORGIANA: It's very nice to meet you. Panel 2: Close-up on Lizzie — a warm, easy, crooked smile, golden light on her freckles. LIZZIE: You too. He's been unbearable about it all week.

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Two panels: Georgiana greets Lizzie far too formally in the sunlit hall with her hands clasped in front of her; then a close-up of Lizzie smiling warmly.

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.