Two months earlier
AN OPEN LETTERTO JANE AUSTEN
March12th
Dear Jane,
IthinkI’ve found him—my own Mr. Darcy. Actually, I’m quite sure of it. While we haven’t met at some uptight ball, like Elizabeth, Starbucks isn’t so bad a place either. He spilled hot coffee on me (I’m sporting a small scar, but who am I to complain when we’re talking about true love here) and then he asked me to have a cup of coffee with him the next day. So far, we’ve only gone on two dates, and no se*…uhm, lovemaking, but my heart’s already confident. He’s the one. We might not be Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy in the sense that we don’t talk much, but in the silence surrounding us, we say everything.
Yours affectionately,
Vicky Sullivan