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A Moment in Time: A Pride and Prejudice Variation
A Moment in Time: A Pride and Prejudice Variation
A Moment in Time: A Pride and Prejudice Variation
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A Moment in Time: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

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When a mysterious stranger emerges from the pond at Netherfield during a moonlit ball, Elizabeth Bennet's world is turned upside down.

 

This enigmatic man, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, claims to be a time traveler from the future. As Elizabeth and Darcy search for a way to return him to his own time, they find themselves entangled in a web of burgeoning emotions. Their growing affection for one another complicates their mission and challenges their understanding of love and destiny.

 

Can they find a way to send Darcy back, or will their hearts find a reason for him to stay?

 

A Moment in Time is a sweet and wholesome romantasy Pride and Prejudice variation that will take you on a romantic journey through time!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 29, 2024
ISBN9798227835390
A Moment in Time: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

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    A Moment in Time - Margot McNeil

    A Moment in Time

    A Moment in Time

    A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE VARIATION

    MARGOT MCNEIL

    Daisy Chain Publishing

    Copyright © 2024 by Daisy Chain Publishing

    All rights reserved.

    No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Epilogue

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    One

    The springtime breeze of Meryton teased the tendrils of my hair as I made my way through the bustling streets, a basket looped over my arm. The market was vibrant with the chatter of patrons and the call of vendors, a collection of colors and sounds that always served to invigorate my spirits. Ever since Jane, my elder sister, had taken ill, it fell upon me to undertake the errands that required nimble negotiation and discerning selection, tasks at which I excelled.

    Miss Bennet! A familiar voice hailed me, and I turned to find Mrs. Long approaching, her bonnet bobbing with every step. Have you heard the latest? Netherfield Park has been let at last!

    Indeed? I replied, arching a brow. And to whom has our neighborhood been graced?

    A Mr. Bingley, fresh from the north! A single man of large fortune; they say he is quite handsome.

    Handsome and wealthy, I mused aloud, the twin pillars upon which the most felicitous marriages are erected, according to society.

    Exactly so, Miss Bennet! And just think what opportunities this may bring for your dear sisters. Mrs. Long gave a knowing look, but I met it with composure.

    Opportunities for us all to practice our curtseys, no doubt, I retorted lightly, causing Mrs. Long to titter behind her fan.

    Continuing onward, I could not help but reflect on my role within the Bennet family. As the second eldest, I was often the intermediary—the buffer between the endless matrimonial schemes of our mother and the more practical aspirations of my sisters. With Jane's gentle disposition, Mary's studious nature, Kitty’s frivolous pursuits, and Lydia’s wild sensibilities, our household was never dull. Yet it was I who frequently found myself steering our familial ship through the turbulent waters of expectation and propriety.

    Elizabeth! Lydia called out as I entered our home, her face alight with excitement. Is it true about Netherfield? Oh, do say we shall have a ball to welcome Mr. Bingley!

    Lydia, my love, your enthusiasm could power a ship against the strongest gale, I teased, setting down my basket and regarding her with affectionate exasperation. But let us not put the man to flight before he has even unpacked his trunks.

    You are always so pessimistic, Lizzy. But you must admit, it would be so very romantic to fall in love with a handsome stranger!

    Romance, like any grand adventure, requires more than a pretty face, though you, dearest Lydia, are too young to understand such nuances, I said, ruffling her hair playfully.

    Perhaps, came Jane's soft voice as she descended the stairs, her cheeks still flushed with the remnants of a cold that had lingered for months, but hope springs eternal in matters of the heart.

    Jane, you are poetry in motion and sentiment, I responded, helping her sit. Our hearts indeed harbor hopes, but mine also craves an intellect that matches its beat, and a wit that can dance with mine.

    Always so particular, Lizzy, Jane chided gently, her smile tender. But I do believe you will find someone deserving of your affections one day.

    I would not be averse but it does seem unlikely, I allowed, the image of a love both profound and exhilarating flickering in my mind—a love not confined by society's rigid frames, but free as the thoughts that soared within me.

    With a determined step, I found myself walking towards the parlor where my mother sat surrounded by ribbons and papers. She appeared to be brewing a new scheme as she meticulously folded a note.

    Hello, darling! she exclaimed, her eyes alight with that familiar matrimonial fervor. I have just been writing to your Aunt Phillips about Mr. Bingley's ball. You must wear your muslin gown, my dear. We shall have it trimmed with fresh lace!

    Mama, I began, summoning all my patience, I do not wish to marry simply for the sake of fashion or convenience.

    Stuff and nonsense! she rebuked, her hands fluttering like captive birds. You must think of your future, of our family! It is high time you married a wealthy man.

    Is wealth to be my only aspiration? I questioned, my voice steady despite the mounting frustration. Her ambitions for us were as narrow as the country lanes we walked upon.

    Elizabeth Bennet, you are too stubborn! Mama scolded. Marriage is a woman's best chance at happiness. Do not let your pride interfere with good sense.

    Perhaps, I

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