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Ch.6: Guard Down
Lizzie comes down an open steel staircase into Netherfield's vast cool glass breakfast room, small and warm in yesterday's rumpled olive jacket and jeans against the cold minimalist space.
At the marble breakfast table, a warm Bingley asks after Jane while Caroline scrolls her phone coolly; below, a rumpled Lizzie takes a seat and answers.
Lizzie rises to head upstairs; below, Darcy watches her over the rim of his coffee cup while Caroline notices his stare.
The moment Lizzie is gone, Caroline leans toward Darcy with a sweet, poisonous smile, gesturing after her; Darcy stays unreadable in profile.
Darcy, eyes still on the doorway, gives a cool two-word answer; below, Caroline's polite smile tightens.
In four panels, Caroline lists what makes a real catch, Darcy adds one requirement, and Lizzie glances up from her book as the line lands on her.
Lizzie lowers her book with a dry smile and a one-line jab; below, Caroline sours while Darcy fights a faint almost-smile.
In three panels, Caroline parades across the room past an unbothered Darcy, invites Lizzie to walk with her, and Lizzie rises with a smirk as Darcy watches over his book.
Mid-stroll by the glass wall, Lizzie stops and calls Darcy out for staring; below, a caught Darcy deflects with a guarded line.
The glass front doors burst open as Mrs. Bennet sweeps into the cold grey foyer with Lydia and Kitty, their bright colors clashing against the minimalist space.
A six-panel montage of the mortifying visit: Mrs. Bennet gushes at Bingley, Lizzie cringes, Lydia lounges bored on the sofa, Caroline sips smugly, Darcy stands stone-faced, and Bingley laughs it off warmly.
Lydia bolts upright and points at Bingley, brashly demanding a party; below, a delighted Bingley agrees while Caroline looks horrified.
Lizzie steers her still-talking mother toward the door with a tight smile; below, she glances back at Darcy, bracing herself, while he watches quietly.
The Bennets bustle out the glass doors in a burst of bright color; below, Lizzie lingers in the doorway, exhausted, glancing back into the quiet house.
Alone in the quiet foyer, Lizzie sets her jaw, braced for a cold verdict; below, Darcy steps up calmly beside her.
Instead of an insult, Darcy says something quietly kind; below, a close-up of Lizzie caught completely off guard, her certainty wobbling.
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Lizzie comes down an open steel staircase into Netherfield's vast cool glass breakfast room, small and warm in yesterday's rumpled olive jacket and jeans against the cold minimalist space.
At the marble breakfast table, a warm Bingley asks after Jane while Caroline scrolls her phone coolly; below, a rumpled Lizzie takes a seat and answers.
Lizzie rises to head upstairs; below, Darcy watches her over the rim of his coffee cup while Caroline notices his stare.
The moment Lizzie is gone, Caroline leans toward Darcy with a sweet, poisonous smile, gesturing after her; Darcy stays unreadable in profile.
Darcy, eyes still on the doorway, gives a cool two-word answer; below, Caroline's polite smile tightens.
In four panels, Caroline lists what makes a real catch, Darcy adds one requirement, and Lizzie glances up from her book as the line lands on her.
Lizzie lowers her book with a dry smile and a one-line jab; below, Caroline sours while Darcy fights a faint almost-smile.
In three panels, Caroline parades across the room past an unbothered Darcy, invites Lizzie to walk with her, and Lizzie rises with a smirk as Darcy watches over his book.
Mid-stroll by the glass wall, Lizzie stops and calls Darcy out for staring; below, a caught Darcy deflects with a guarded line.
The glass front doors burst open as Mrs. Bennet sweeps into the cold grey foyer with Lydia and Kitty, their bright colors clashing against the minimalist space.
A six-panel montage of the mortifying visit: Mrs. Bennet gushes at Bingley, Lizzie cringes, Lydia lounges bored on the sofa, Caroline sips smugly, Darcy stands stone-faced, and Bingley laughs it off warmly.
Lydia bolts upright and points at Bingley, brashly demanding a party; below, a delighted Bingley agrees while Caroline looks horrified.
Lizzie steers her still-talking mother toward the door with a tight smile; below, she glances back at Darcy, bracing herself, while he watches quietly.
The Bennets bustle out the glass doors in a burst of bright color; below, Lizzie lingers in the doorway, exhausted, glancing back into the quiet house.
Alone in the quiet foyer, Lizzie sets her jaw, braced for a cold verdict; below, Darcy steps up calmly beside her.
Instead of an insult, Darcy says something quietly kind; below, a close-up of Lizzie caught completely off guard, her certainty wobbling.
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Still stranded at Netherfield while Jane's fever breaks, Lizzie has to survive days in the cool glass house in yesterday's clothes — trading barbs with Caroline, fielding Darcy's unguarded stares, and puncturing a smug drawing-room debate about what makes a woman a real catch. Then her family descends: Mrs. Bennet sweeps in with Lydia and Kitty to 'rescue' Jane, gushing over the house, sprawling on the designer furniture, and demanding Bingley throw a party — while Lizzie dies of embarrassment and Caroline drinks it in. Bracing for Darcy to confirm every cold thing she believes about him with a verdict on her circus of a family, Lizzie gets the opposite: he sidesteps the insult entirely and quietly tells her that her sister is lucky to have her. It disarms her more than any cruelty could — and her tidy verdict on Mr. Darcy starts to come apart.

Page 1

A wide establishing shot of Netherfield's sleek, minimalist breakfast room — white and steel, floor-to-ceiling glass onto wet grey grounds. Lizzie comes down the open floating staircase in yesterday's rumpled clothes, her olive-green jacket, t-shirt and jeans, dark-brown wavy hair loose, small and warm against the cold expensive space, with a wry look. Lizzie: 'Still here.'

Page 2

At the pale marble breakfast table, Bingley half-rises, warm and concerned, coffee in hand; beside him Caroline sits cool and composed, scrolling her phone. Bingley: 'How is she?' Lizzie takes a seat across the table, composed and a little rumpled in her olive jacket. Lizzie: 'Fever's down. Barely.'

Page 3

Lizzie rises from the table and turns to head upstairs to Jane. Below, Darcy sits apart with a coffee, his steel-grey eyes quietly tracking her across the room over the rim of his cup — and beside him, Caroline's sharp eyes flick sideways, catching him staring. A silent, charged beat. (No dialogue.)

Page 4

The instant Lizzie leaves, Caroline leans in toward Darcy with a sweet, poisonous smile, gesturing a manicured hand after the departed Lizzie. Caroline: 'The whole family's a circus, you know.' Darcy stays in profile, unreadable, his steel-grey eyes still drifting toward the doorway.

Page 5

Darcy, cool and noncommittal, his steel-grey eyes still on the doorway where Lizzie left. Darcy: 'And yet.' Caroline's thin polite smile tightens, her brows drawing in. Caroline: 'And yet what?'

Page 6

In the sleek drawing room, Caroline holds court while Lizzie reads in a corner armchair, Darcy stands apart by the glass wall, and Bingley lounges on a sofa. Caroline, counting on her fingers: 'A real catch has taste. Connections. The right everything.' Darcy, quiet and precise: 'And a mind of her own.' Lizzie glances up over the top of her book, eyebrow raised — the line landing squarely on her.

Page 7

Lizzie lowers her book with a dry, amused-skeptic smile. Lizzie: 'That narrows your list to zero.' Caroline looks miffed and sour; beside her, Darcy — half-turned — fights the faintest almost-smile.

Page 8

Restless, Caroline rises and smooths her sheath, walking a slow, deliberate line across the drawing room past Darcy to catch his attention — but he never looks up from his book. Caroline turns to Lizzie with a sweet, inviting smile, one hand extended: 'Walk with me, Lizzie. It's good for the figure.' Lizzie sets down her book and rises with a wry smirk; behind them, Darcy now watches both women over the top of his book.

Page 9

Mid-stroll across the room, Lizzie stops by the glass wall, hand on her hip, and catches Darcy's gaze directly. Lizzie: 'You're staring again.' Darcy, guarded but caught, the faintest crack of warmth in his steel-grey eyes: 'I'm deciding if you're laughing at me.'

Page 10

The tall glass front doors of Netherfield swing open and warm, chaotic Bennet energy crashes into the cold pale foyer. Mrs. Bennet sweeps in mid-gush, arms flung wide, with Lydia and Kitty trailing behind her, their bright bold colors popping against the cool grey glass. Mrs. Bennet: 'We came to rescue our Jane!'

Page 11

The visit spirals into mortification, panel by panel. Mrs. Bennet, a familiar hand on Bingley's arm: 'Isn't this house just ENORMOUS!' Off to the side, Lizzie pinches the bridge of her nose, dying inside. Lydia sprawls sideways on a pale designer sofa, sneakers up on the cushion, bored on her phone: 'Bo-ring. No offense.' Caroline sips from a glass, smug and delighted at the spectacle. Darcy stands apart, arms folded, expressionless and unreadable. Bingley, kind and completely unbothered, laughs warmly with Mrs. Bennet: 'It's no trouble, really!'

Page 12

Lydia bolts upright on the sofa and points brashly across at Bingley, grinning. Lydia: 'You HAVE to throw a party here!' Bingley, delighted, claps his hands together in agreement while, behind him, Caroline looks horrified. Bingley: 'Done! Let's do it!'

Page 13

Lizzie steps in and puts a firm, gentle hand on her mother's shoulder, steering her toward the door with a tight, polite smile as Mrs. Bennet keeps talking. Lizzie: 'Okay — we're going. Now.' For a moment Lizzie glances back over her shoulder toward Darcy, visibly bracing herself, while he watches her quietly.

Page 14

The Bennets bustle out the tall glass doors in a burst of warm color — Mrs. Bennet gushing back over her shoulder, Lydia waving her phone, Kitty trailing. Mrs. Bennet (calling from off-panel): 'Don't forget the party!' Lizzie lingers in the open doorway, shoulders dropping with exhaustion, glancing back into the suddenly quiet house.

Page 15

Alone in the still, empty foyer, Lizzie gathers herself, jaw set, braced for the cold verdict on her family she is sure is coming. Darcy steps up calmly beside her — not sneering, hands in his pockets. Lizzie, guarded, preempting him: 'Go ahead. Say it.'

Page 16

Instead of the cruelty she braced for, Darcy meets her eyes plainly, the smallest honest warmth breaking his guard. Darcy: 'Your sister's lucky to have you.' Close on Lizzie, caught completely off guard — her amused-skeptic certainty visibly wobbling, lips parted, a faint flush on her freckled cheeks. Lizzie: '...Oh.'

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