Page 193 of The Governess of My Heart
“I wonder where Fitzwilliam plans to take you,” she said
“We do not have any plans to go on a honeymoon, Georgiana.”
“You may not, but my brother definitely has, and I can sense it,” she said.
Georgiana showed the dresses she had bought for the wedding and the engagement party.
“These are so elegant; the yellow one will suit you beautifully,” Elizabeth said, admiring her choices.
“I cannot wait for you to live in Pemberley. Imagine, we can spend the whole day together,” Georgiana said innocently, and Elizabeth smiled, wondering what her brother’s opinion would be about the same.
Finally, Georgiana took Elizabeth to the storage room on the upper floor where she showed her some new curtains and sheets that had arrived for the guests.
“I am not certain which one I must use. Mrs. Reynolds usually leaves it to my choice, but we have not hosted so many guests in a very long time. I am worried that I may do something wrong. Here, all these are new; I need your assistance with this. There was another set with lace; maybe the servants placed it in one of the guest rooms. I thought it would be nice for the room your cousins would occupy. I hope they did not misplace it somewhere. Give me a few minutes. I will find those and return soon,” she said, leaving Elizabeth alone.
Elizabeth kept herself busy, selected some curtains based on her choice, and heard the door open.
“I have selected these, Georgiana. Honestly, I understand why you felt it difficult to make a choice; all of these are so beautiful,” she said, assuming it was Georgiana.
“Is that so?” someone whispered into her ear, making Elizabeth jump. She turned around and faced Darcy.
“Fitzwilliam? You scared me,” she cried, trying to calm herself.
“I promise you, that was not my intention,” he said.
Elizabeth suddenly felt very nervous in his presence and could see something in his eyes that she had not witnessed before.
Darcy slowly stepped towards her, and Elizabeth instinctively moved away from him; as her steps retreated, she felt the wall against her back.
Where is Georgiana?
Darcy did not stop until he reached her and blocked her from moving away. He said nothing, but the passion in his eyes made Elizabeth tremble.
“Fitzwilliam, I must leave.”
“Why?” he asked, bending towards her lips.
“I…I…”
He gently touched her cheeks, and her hands held on to his coat for support as she closed her eyes, aware of what would happen.
“Look at me,” he said.
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes, and Darcy did not waste a moment as he kissed her on her cheek ever so gently. Elizabeth felt intoxicated by his scent. He traced his finger along her jaw and lifted her chin.
“I assure you; this is all I intended to do. Do not be scared,” he said, noticing her discomfort.
“This all you say, sir. I must remind you that if Lady Martha sees us, she may ask us to get married tomorrow,” she said.
“I dare say your warning is more of an encouragement for me to kiss you again if the punishment will result in our marriage,” he said, teasing her.
I have been alone in his company many times, and he has never kissed me.
“What are you thinking, my dear?”
“You have never…I mean…”
“I never attempted to kiss you before? Is that right?”
