Jane’s dress, of white muslin, had been refreshed with delicate blue trimming that enhanced without overwhelming. It required very little alteration, as most things did when applied to her.
Mary’s gown, in a shade of warm yellow, had been adjusted at the sleeves and neckline, with modest lace enhancing what might otherwise have appeared too plain. The color, once outside her usual preferences, suited her far better than she had anticipated.
Elizabeth’s own stood between them, neither as light as Jane’s nor as warm as Mary’s, but still distinct in its quiet effect.
Mrs. Bennet regarded them with approval.
“They will do very well.”
The afternoon allowed for rest, though few took full advantage of it.
Elizabeth attempted to read but found her attention wandering. The thought of the evening, though never pressing, remained quietly present.
At last, the appointed hour approached.
Final preparations began in earnest.
Hair was dressed with great care. Jane’s, arranged simply, required little embellishment beyond a few well-placed curls. Mary’s was drawn back more firmly, with curls at the sides to prevent severity.
Elizabeth sat before the mirror while Mrs. Bennet adjusted the arrangement.
“Less tightly,” she said. “It does not suit you.”
Elizabeth relaxed as the pins were repositioned. The finished style framed her face without constraint, allowing a few loose strands to complete the overall effect.
A ribbon matching her gown was added with practiced precision.
“There,” Mrs. Bennet said.
Elizabeth rose.
The overall effect exceeded what she might have accomplished alone; it felt utterly her own.
Kitty and Lydia hovered nearby, their interest undiminished.
“You look very well,” Kitty said, with a sincerity untouched by disappointment.
Lydia nodded. “Very well indeed. It is most unfortunate that I may not accompany you.”
Mrs. Bennet glanced at her. “You may admire from here.”
Lydia sighed.
Jane approached Elizabeth, her expression warm. “You are ready.”
“As are you,” Elizabeth said.
Mary joined them, adjusting her sleeve. “We ought to depart promptly.”
Mr. Bennet entered shortly thereafter.
He paused as his gaze moved from one daughter to the next.
“You appear determined to make an impression.”
“That is not our intention,” Mrs. Bennet said.
“It may prove the result nonetheless.”
