Brides and Prejudice

The Next Morning

Just as Will was about to turn the door knob for the bathroom, the knob began to turn itself. Long legs could be seen underneath an indecently short robe, well in his opinion the robe was short. He couldn't help but slowly travel his gaze upwards. His eyes widened as he found a pair of steely hazel orbs glaring at him.

"You," Lissa said, mouth agape at seeing a shirtless Will Darcy in front of her. A very handsome shirtless Will Darcy.

Will looked at her confused but was unable to say anything as the infuriating female slammed the door on him.

"Did that ass just give me the look over?" Lissa muttered to herself as she held the door closed with her hand.

"That ass is still here." Will remarked dryly just on the other side of the door. The walls in the house were not that thick.

If it had been anyone else, Lissa would've blushed but she could only scowl. The ass had managed to not only insult her but all of her sisters in one sentence. Jean was the only one worth looking at? Jean was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous with a personality even angels could envy. She and her sisters were rather plain, well he could just go drown himself at the nearest gentlemen's bar then for all she cared. Just because the guy looked like as if he stepped out of an Armani commercial did not give him the right to insult her and her sisters!

"Then go away." Lissa hissed.

"I would but I need to use the loo."

Lissa sighed. "Fine," Lissa said opening the door again and looking up at the imposing figure of one Will Darcy. She couldn't help but linger over his Caribbean ocean blue eyes, they were absolutely gorgeous. Complimented with his tousled dark hair too, Will Darcy was criminally handsome. It really was just so sad that he was an absolute ass. Why were all the gorgeous ones all the same?

Will peered at Lissa as he couldn't help but notice that this time she was the one staring at him, deep in thought. Will almost wanted to smirk but as soon as he was about to, Lissa's nose scrunched as if she smelled something foul.

"All the same," Lissa said sighing, causing Will to look at her confused. "My sad reality."

Will opened his mouth as if to say something but for the second time, he had the door shut on him!

"Excuse me!"

"Don't get your British knickers in a twist, I have to get all my feminine products put back away before they offend your elitist masculine sensibilities."

Will's jaw dropped. The infuriating chit just! He didn't get to finish his thought as the door whipped open again. He felt his mouth dry as this time, Lissa no longer had her hair up in a towel, but instead her dark locks were hanging over her shoulders, dripping on the top part of her silk robe, looking rather erotic in his opinion. As she walked past him, Will couldn't help but smell the sweetest scent. He whipped his head around to watch her leave, wondering what that smell was. As if she could feel his gaze, halfway to her room, Lissa turned back around to look at him. She shot him a confused look before rectifying it with a glare. Elisabeth Bennet was unlike any other woman he'd ever met before, Will couldn't help but think to himself.

He shook his head before entering the bathroom. It looked like as if he wasn't going to have to be worried about being chased by Elisabeth Bennet or about being bored for all that much longer.

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"How'd you sleep dear?" Mr. Bennet asked upon Lissa entering the kitchen.

"Pretty good though still tired," Lissa said kissing his cheek and stealing a piece of bacon. "Jet lag and all." Lissa said after swallowing her first bite.

Mr. Bennet chuckled. "So you and Jean didn't spend half the night talking again?"

Lissa hid her smile with her bacon. "Never, when have we ever done that." She said cheekily.

Mr. Bennet merely chuckled but Mrs. Bennet came around and snatched Lissa's bacon to replace it with a carrot. "Young women should not simply eat bacon like that," she chastised. "And you do not keep Jean up all night, she must look beyond perfection on her wedding day, therefore no bags under her eyes because her silly excuse of a sister is keeping her up all night!" She gave Lissa a look, one that Lissa returned as she eyed the bacon in her mother's hand. Really, a carrot?! She was a human being not some rabbit of Marie's!

"Mom you've got it all wrong, it was me that kept Lissa up." Jean said entering the kitchen with Chase and Will in tow. "I wanted to hear all about Lissa's time in Italy." Jean protested.

"Of course dear, I know you missed your sister." Mrs. Bennet said understandably.

Lissa rolled her eyes. "Mother haven't you read all those stories about what happens to daughters when their mother's play favorites?"

"Who plays favorites?" Mrs. Bennet asked, glancing at her second oldest daughter.

Lissa snorted. "I love you too Mom,"

Jean laughed as she hugged her sister from behind, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "Are you free today?"

Lissa hugged the arms that were wrapped around her neck. "Of course I am, I'm only here for you anyway. I'm all yours."

Jean smiled. "Great then you can come to the florist with Chase, Will and I. The flowers I originally picked are out of season now."

Lissa scrunched her nose at the thought of picking flowers but she nodded for Jean's sake.

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Lissa groaned when she realized that she was going to have to sit in the back seat with Will while Chase rode in the front with Jean.

"So Elisabeth,"

"Lissa please, only Mom calls me Elisabeth."

"Of course," Chase grinned. "Lissa, why Italy?"

"I love history, the architecture, the stories, the people, all of it fascinates me to no end." Lissa explained.

Chase laughed. "Then you would love Will's place."

"What about my place?" Will said turning from looking out the window to looking at Chase, having only heard the last two words.

"Lissa's into history," Chase said quickly. "But Lissa, you really would love Will's place, its an old castle, practically straight out of a fairy tale too, off a cliff and everything. It was built in the 1600s, some of the interior is the original. One of the last remaining castles in England and in the best condition you'll ever see. Will lives there with Georgie."

"Castle? Georgie?" Lissa said in shock, not only that Will had a castle but apparently some girl could stand the arrogant prick long enough to live with him.

Chase nodded. "You know, Georgie would love you, she loves history too and has always wanted to live and travel around Italy, fascinated with the ancient Roman culture. For her sixteenth birthday, it was Roman themed. Will even had to dress up as Marc Antony and everything. Georgie would love her wouldn't she, Will."

Will stared at the back of Chase's ginger head, then turned to look at his seat companion. Hazel eyes peered at him curiously. "Yeah Georgie would." Will tersely said looking away once again.

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