The Sweetest Memory: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

By Margot McNeil

On the morning of her wedding to Fitzwilliam Darcy, Elizabeth Bennet is overwhelmed by chaos. Her mother's constant meddling, her father's sudden illness, and Lady Catherine's continued attempts at breaking them apart have all added to her worries. Elizabeth is overjoyed to marry Darcy, but everything seems to have gone amiss.

 

In a moment of desperation, Elizabeth escapes to the cellar and makes a wish. When she opens her eyes to see the wish has magically come true...

 

She is thrust into an enigma that she must hurry and solve to find her way back home.

The Sweetest Memory is a mysterious and sweet Pride and Prejudice variation filled with enchantment, unexpected secrets, and guaranteed happy ending!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daisy Chain Publishing
• Release date: Jan 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224325627

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The Sweetest Memory

The Sweetest Memory

A PRIDE AND PREJUDICE VARIATION

MARGOT MCNEIL

Daisy Chain Publishing

Copyright © 2023 by Daisy Chain Publishing

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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One

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of my chamber, shining abrasively on the quilt that lay in disarray about my feet. I stirred from slumber with the sense of something monumental awaiting me, though for a fleeting moment, the particulars escaped my groggy mind. Then, in a rush as overwhelming as a wave crashing upon the shore, the reality that today was the day of my wedding to Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy flooded my senses.

Elizabeth! Elizabeth Bennet, wake up this instant!

The shrill voice of my mother sliced through the tranquility of dawn like a knife through butter. The door flew open, and there she stood, her hands wringing a handkerchief so intently that her fingers had turned white.

We have not a moment to lose! You must get ready. We cannot be late for your own wedding, she shouted at me from the end of the bed, where she pulled the quilt off of me with no warning. The chill hit my feet and made me long for the silence my mother so rudely disturbed.

Of course, Mama, I replied, attempting to muster a tone of patience I did not feel. My heart leapt at the thought of becoming Mr. Darcy's wife, yet it seemed everything in the universe conspired to dampen my joy.

Your gown must be pressed again – I simply will not have you walking down the aisle with even a hint of a wrinkle! She bustled over to the wardrobe, where two different gowns hung. One was my choice and the other my mother's. She ignored my choice as if it did not exist.

Mama, neither dress needs to be pressed. There are more important things for us to tend to this morning.

I rose from my bed, my limbs heavy with the weight of sleep and sudden apprehension. We were not due at the church for hours, but I could already tell those hours were going to feel endless.

By the time I made my way downstairs, the house was in uproar. Mrs. Hill and the help we hired to assist her during wedding supper scurried back and forth, carrying trays laden with teacups that rattled like the nerves within my chest. My father, my dear Papa, remained abed, struck by illness of the stomach that rendered him unable to partake in the preparations, or indeed, to leave his bed for days. His absence cast a pall over what should be a day of celebration.

Lydia, for heaven's sake, stop your caterwauling! I heard my youngest sister being reprimanded in the hallway. It seemed anytime the wedding was mentioned, Lydia found cause to throw a tantrum, no doubt feeling the sting of being overshadowed.

"Elizabeth! You must try on this