For a moment, Susanna could only stare. Then: “Miss Fanny?” she gasped.The most horrible thing about the scene, Susanna thought, was that Miss Fanny looked precisely as she always did. Just as fluttering, just as dowdy. She stood outlined against the black of the window behind her, the picture of...
Though I'm not at all sure I accomplished anything. Out of the whole of the party, I was chosen to be the one to speak with her about her behaviour because I'm the closest thing she has here at Pemberley to a friend. By which I mean that before Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam married, back when Carolin...
© 2013 Laura Masselos All rights reserved This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s (or Jane Austen’s) imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirel...