Elizabeth's singing was the most intoxicating thing I had ever heard.
Her voice was beautifully smooth and silky sounding as it dipped and rose, dancing and twirling with the notes of the piano.
I had stopped trying to fight the smile that took over my face, and I just gazed at her, my heart swelling with adoration.
After a few breathless minutes, she finally finished and grinned at my sister, who was standing next to her and had added her aid by turning the page.
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Pride and Prejudice short stories
Short StoryA collection of short fluffy scenes between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth that documents their rocky beginnings to the sweet unexpected end.
