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Ch.5: Rain Check
Lizzie and her sister Jane sit with mugs of coffee at the wooden table of the warm, cluttered Bennet kitchen; a close-up shows Jane smiling shyly at a phone notification.
In three panels, Mrs. Bennet grins and schemes over the invitation, Lizzie looks skeptical with arms crossed, and Mrs. Bennet raises a triumphant finger while Jane looks alarmed.
Jane rides a bike along a country road toward a glass mansion on a hill as heavy storm clouds swallow the golden evening sky.
Jane, drenched by a sudden downpour on the open road, laughs in disbelief up at the sky while gripping her bike's handlebars.
A soaked Jane stands dripping in Netherfield's sleek glass foyer as Bingley rushes over with a towel and his sister Caroline looks on coolly.
Lizzie, on the couch at home in lamplight, reads a worrying text and her expression turns to concern; a close-up shows her determined eyes.
In four panels, Lizzie laces her sneakers to leave while Mrs. Bennet protests in horror, Lizzie pulls up her collar with a smirk, and Mrs. Bennet slumps against the doorway.
Lizzie walks a muddy country road at dusk in the rain, mud on her jeans and sneakers, the lit glass Netherfield mansion glowing on the hill ahead.
A flushed, windblown Lizzie steps into Netherfield's bright glass foyer with mud on her jeans and sneakers; Caroline eyes the mud with a thin, disdainful smile.
Darcy goes still and stares, his cold composure cracking, as a rain-soaked, muddy Lizzie appears in the doorway behind him.
Lizzie sits on the bed holding her feverish sister Jane's hand in a warm-lit guest room; a close-up shows their foreheads nearly touching.
Caroline makes a cutting remark from a pale sofa with a glass of wine while Darcy, at the rain-streaked window, quietly contradicts her.
A six-panel dinner sequence: Lizzie and Darcy trade barbs across the table, Caroline's smile sours, Bingley grins in delight, and the two rivals look away fighting smiles.
Lizzie, curled in an armchair with a mug, catches Darcy watching her from the next seat in the lamplit room, and her composure falters.
Darcy turns sharply to the dark rain-streaked window; below, Lizzie lowers her mug and stares after him, unsettled.
At night, Lizzie stands at a rain-streaked guest-room window, catching her own faint half-smile in the reflection, her jacket draped over a chair and her phone glowing on the sill.
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Lizzie and her sister Jane sit with mugs of coffee at the wooden table of the warm, cluttered Bennet kitchen; a close-up shows Jane smiling shyly at a phone notification.
In three panels, Mrs. Bennet grins and schemes over the invitation, Lizzie looks skeptical with arms crossed, and Mrs. Bennet raises a triumphant finger while Jane looks alarmed.
Jane rides a bike along a country road toward a glass mansion on a hill as heavy storm clouds swallow the golden evening sky.
Jane, drenched by a sudden downpour on the open road, laughs in disbelief up at the sky while gripping her bike's handlebars.
A soaked Jane stands dripping in Netherfield's sleek glass foyer as Bingley rushes over with a towel and his sister Caroline looks on coolly.
Lizzie, on the couch at home in lamplight, reads a worrying text and her expression turns to concern; a close-up shows her determined eyes.
In four panels, Lizzie laces her sneakers to leave while Mrs. Bennet protests in horror, Lizzie pulls up her collar with a smirk, and Mrs. Bennet slumps against the doorway.
Lizzie walks a muddy country road at dusk in the rain, mud on her jeans and sneakers, the lit glass Netherfield mansion glowing on the hill ahead.
A flushed, windblown Lizzie steps into Netherfield's bright glass foyer with mud on her jeans and sneakers; Caroline eyes the mud with a thin, disdainful smile.
Darcy goes still and stares, his cold composure cracking, as a rain-soaked, muddy Lizzie appears in the doorway behind him.
Lizzie sits on the bed holding her feverish sister Jane's hand in a warm-lit guest room; a close-up shows their foreheads nearly touching.
Caroline makes a cutting remark from a pale sofa with a glass of wine while Darcy, at the rain-streaked window, quietly contradicts her.
A six-panel dinner sequence: Lizzie and Darcy trade barbs across the table, Caroline's smile sours, Bingley grins in delight, and the two rivals look away fighting smiles.
Lizzie, curled in an armchair with a mug, catches Darcy watching her from the next seat in the lamplit room, and her composure falters.
Darcy turns sharply to the dark rain-streaked window; below, Lizzie lowers her mug and stares after him, unsettled.
At night, Lizzie stands at a rain-streaked guest-room window, catching her own faint half-smile in the reflection, her jacket draped over a chair and her phone glowing on the sill.
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Caroline Bingley invites Jane to Netherfield, and Mrs. Bennet — smelling opportunity — packs her off on a bike with no ride home just as the sky turns, betting a downpour will force Jane to stay the night. The plan works too well: Jane arrives soaked, spikes a fever, and is stuck under Bingley's roof, sick. When the news reaches home, Lizzie doesn't hesitate — she walks three miles of muddy road to reach her sister, arriving flushed, windblown, and unbothered by the mud on her jeans. Caroline is appalled; Bingley is charmed; and Darcy, who came to Netherfield certain Lizzie's laughter meant nothing to him, cannot stop looking at her. Cornered into the same house for one long evening, Lizzie and Darcy trade barbs across the dinner table — and by the time the rain is still tapping the guest-room window, Lizzie catches herself not entirely hating that she's stuck here.

Page 1

The cozy, lamplit Bennet kitchen in the morning. Lizzie, in her open olive-green jacket, and her older sister Jane sit at the wooden table with mugs of coffee among the plants and mismatched crockery. Jane, quietly glowing, holds up her phone, its screen lit with a new message. Jane: 'Caroline invited me to Netherfield.'

Page 2

Mrs. Bennet lights up at the news, hands clasped, already scheming. Mrs. Bennet: 'Perfect. Take the bike.' Lizzie, arms crossed, unimpressed: 'It's going to rain.' Mrs. Bennet raises a triumphant finger, Jane looking alarmed behind her: 'Exactly. Then she has to STAY.'

Page 3

A wide establishing shot. Jane bikes out of the warm town toward Netherfield, the cool glass mansion glowing on the distant hill. Above her, the golden evening sky is being swallowed by heavy blue-grey storm clouds, and the wind bends the roadside trees. She pedals on with determined optimism, unaware of what is coming. (No dialogue.)

Page 4

The storm breaks. Jane is caught in a heavy downpour on the open road, soaked to the skin, hair plastered flat, one hand shielding her eyes as she laughs helplessly up at the sky. Jane: 'Oh, no.'

Page 5

Jane arrives at Netherfield soaked through, dripping in the clean glass-and-steel entryway, hugging herself with an apologetic smile and a small puddle forming at her feet. Bingley hurries forward holding out a folded towel, warm and concerned; his sister Caroline hangs back, chin lifted, unimpressed by the mess. Bingley: 'You're soaked! Sit, sit.'

Page 6

Back at the Bennet home that evening, Lizzie sits on the worn family-room couch and reads a message on her glowing phone. The text: 'Jane's feverish. Stuck here.' Her usual amused-skeptic look hardens into real concern, then, in a tight close-up of her eyes and set jaw, into resolve as she rises.

Page 7

Lizzie sits on the stairs lacing up her white sneakers, jaw set. Lizzie: 'I'm walking there.' Mrs. Bennet throws up both hands in horror: 'It's three miles! In the MUD!' Lizzie pulls up her jacket collar with a stubborn little smirk: 'She's sick. So I walk.' Mrs. Bennet slumps dramatically against the doorframe as the front door already stands open onto a wet, dim blue evening.

Page 8

A wide cinematic shot. Lizzie trudges three miles of muddy road at dusk in light rain, wet fields all around her, collar up, hair windblown and damp, mud splashed up her white sneakers and the ankles of her jeans, cheeks flushed. A small, determined half-smile stays on her face. The cool glass Netherfield mansion glows on the hill ahead. (No dialogue.)

Page 9

Lizzie steps into Netherfield's bright glass foyer, flushed and windblown, jacket beaded with rain, mud clearly on her jeans and sneakers — and entirely unbothered. Caroline glances down at the muddy shoes with a barely-hidden, appraising sneer. Caroline: 'You... walked?'

Page 10

At the edge of the sleek sitting room, Darcy goes completely still at the sight of Lizzie framed in the rainy doorway — his usual cold guard cracking, steel-grey eyes fixed on her, lips slightly parted, caught off guard. Beyond him, in soft focus, Lizzie stands flushed and windblown, mud on her jeans. A silent, charged beat. (No dialogue.)

Page 11

In a warm-lit guest room, Lizzie sits on the edge of the bed holding Jane's hand, her jacket still damp, mud still on her jeans. Jane lies pale and feverish under a white duvet, giving a weak, grateful smile. In a close two-shot their foreheads almost touch. Jane: 'You came.'

Page 12

In the cool sitting room, Caroline perches elegantly on the pale sofa with a glass of wine and needles Lizzie behind her back, an uncomfortable Bingley beside her. Caroline: 'Mud, to the ankles.' At the tall dark window, Darcy answers quietly without looking over, a flicker of warmth in his steel-grey eyes. Darcy: 'Her eyes were brighter for it.'

Page 13

At the long Netherfield dinner table, Lizzie sits directly opposite Darcy, with Caroline and Bingley between them. Lizzie, chin resting on her hand, meeting his gaze head-on: 'Say it to my face, then.' Darcy, guarded but almost smiling: 'You're enjoying this.' Caroline's polite smile turns brittle as she glances between them. Bingley grins, thrilled by the sparring: 'This is great.' At last Lizzie and Darcy both look away at the exact same instant, each fighting a small, reluctant smile.

Page 14

Later that evening, Lizzie is curled in an armchair with a mug when she glances up and catches Darcy watching her from across the room. Her amused certainty falters into surprise and a faint flush; his expression is unusually open and unguarded. A quiet, held look passes between them. (No dialogue.)

Page 15

Caught looking, Darcy turns sharply to the rain-streaked window, jaw tight, one hand pushed into his coat pocket. Below, Lizzie lowers her mug and stares after him, puzzled and unsettled for the first time — her easy certainty about him suddenly gone. Lizzie (thinking): 'Huh.'

Page 16

Night. Lizzie stands at the tall guest-room window as rain still taps the dark glass. Her jacket is draped over a chair and her hair has dried into loose waves. She catches her own faint reflection wearing a small, confused half-smile she didn't expect — not entirely unhappy to be stranded here, under Darcy's roof. Her phone glows softly on the sill beside her, echoing the morning this all began. (No dialogue.)

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