Page 110 of Twice Chosen

Elizabeth smiled. "That may be the nicest wedding gift you could give me."

He laughed.

Then he hugged her.

That was not usual.

Elizabeth held him tightly.

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"Stay involved."

He drew back. "In what?"

"All of them."

He knew.

His face sobered. "I am trying."

"I know."

"Your mother makes it difficult."

Elizabeth laughed. "She makes everything difficult."

"True."

He kissed her forehead. "Go marry your frightening man."

"He is not frightening."

Mr. Bennet raised an eyebrow. "To you."

At the church Darcy waited.

Elizabeth saw him.

Young.

Alive.

Hers.

Again.

She thought of an old man beside a snowy window.

Find me sooner.

He had.

Darcy watched her approach. His expression remained controlled until she smiled.

Then the same small break.