You and your sisters are scattered around the ball at Meryton, most of them dancing or socializing. You were doing neither, mostly just watching Jane with Mr. Bingley, just like what Mr. Darcy was doing.

“Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?” You asked, glanced towards him. You weren’t the type to start conversations, but he seemed similiar to yourself.

“Not if I can help it.” He replied, only side glancing at you. You nodded, you felt the same way.