In the stillness of a mild afternoon, Mr. Darcy approached the Bennet residence with the firm intention of doing business with Mr. Bennet. As he passed the front garden, his attention was caught by a faint sound - the soft clinking of dishes

On the porch, a young maid, Elinda, bent over a tea tray, adjusting each piece with almost ceremonial care. Her modest dress and simple bun framed a focused face, while her meticulous movements seemed choreographed by a natural grace.

Darcy, accustomed to observing only the essentials, was taken aback by this moment, as domestic as it was enchanting. He stood still for a few moments without making his presence known, fascinated by the serenity that emanated from the scene. The scent of tea mingled with the fresh air, making the atmosphere strangely intimate.

Finally, he cleared his throat and announced himself, but not without the feeling that he had interrupted something that seemed almost magical.