Mr. Darcy is dining with the Bingley's & Hurst's. He has announced it is tradition for his family to host a ball prior to the wedding. Darcy's family is noble and proud, spattered with various Earl's and Viscounts and Caroline well remembers the manners, or lack thereof, of the Bennet family.
“We host a ball Thursday prior to the wedding. As both Charles and I, along with our brides shall depart directly from the wedding breakfast, this is a chance for everyone to meet and become better acquainted in a less formal setting.”
“Are you quite sure you’re ready for your esteemed family to become better acquainted with your new in-laws, Darcy?” Caroline should have listened to the small voice of reason that urged her to temper her words, but still smarting over the set-down by Charles earlier in the day, she spoke without thought.
Darcy set down his eating utensils , leaned forward in the chair and speared her with a haughty look of contempt, his lips thinning in anger.
“Those who cannot accept this marriage are not welcome at Pemberley, Miss Bingley. Our wedding breakfast would not be a sad affair if there were one or two fewer settings at the table.”
She gripped her fork tight as she fought to control her emotions. However enraged she was at these two fools, she couldn’t allow herself to act upon her volatile feelings. She willed herself to smile and be congenial and took a bite of her salmon, which felt and tasted like sawdust in her mouth.Poor Caroline. When will she learn to dissemble her remarks in front of Mr. Darcy...?
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