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him) and got him back inside the party.
    “Wow,” Charlotte said.
    “And to think, I was beginning to feel I had been too harsh on him.”
    “Well, at least you have an out with your mom. All you have to do is relay that little conversation to her and she’ll never bug you about marrying into the Darcy fortune
again.”
    And that was basically the Gibson wedding. Charlotte was pretty tipsy the rest of the night, but held it together. I left her in good hands with her mother, her little sister Maria, and a tall
glass of ice water. Lydia danced too much, and didn’t alternate water with her hard liquor and ended up vomiting in the bushes outside (very near where Charlotte almost did), and that was
about the time the Bennet family decided to go home. Mom tried to persuade Jane to stay with Bing and have him give her a ride home (
in his limo
), but Jane was pretty tired by that point,
too.
    Tired, but smiling. A lot.
    My mother crowed the whole way home about watching Jane and Bing dance together. Calling it the happiest day of her life. Which sums up my mother for you.
    Charlotte was right, though. My mom was willing and able to dislike Darcy. She had found him pretty rude when she’d tried to speak with him before the Most Awkward Dance Ever (™
Charlotte Lu). I gave her a truncated version of our conversation while dancing, or lack thereof. I kept what I’d overheard outside to myself. Mom might be a little hyper-focused on marriage,
but she’s also a mama bear. Don’t mess with her cubs. And under no circumstances insult them.
    Charlotte was right about something else, too. At least I have plenty to vlog about when we record tomorrow. Although, considering the number of vodka tonics I fetched her (and the slurring
pocket-dial), I may have to do this one without my bestie. She’s going to need to sleep her victory off.
    * * *
    P.S. Before I went to bed, I was idly checking my phone. Bing and Jane have followed each other on Twitter. Jane only follows family and fashion on Twitter.
    I know my sister. And I don’t know how to feel about this.

T UESDAY , A PRIL 24 TH
    I’m feeling a little . . . bad today. It’s hard to put my finger on it, but there’s just an overwhelming sense of unease.
    This is what happens when Charlotte goes out of town.
    She called me yesterday after the latest video posted and asked me to cover for her at discussion group this week—there was a family emergency she had to deal with. As the world’s
best bestie, I am taking on all her grad student responsibilities (thankfully I still have my Tuesday morning study period), while doing all the filming for the videos by myself.
    On the plus side, the last video I posted had the most views yet—likely a combination of the fact that I mercilessly teased Jane about how she met Bing at the wedding and the fact that I
accidentally showed a close-up of my boobs (thanks again for being hung over, Charlotte).
    And I think that is why I have been feeling bad of late. Not about my boobs, but about Jane, and the merciless teasing. She’s just been so . . . happy. And yes, Jane is normally quite
happy. But this is different—at least it is to me, since I know her so well. There’s an inner glow, a quickness to blush. Humming under her breath.
    Am I wrong in thinking this is a little quick? She
just
met Bing. Less than three days ago. There is way too much we don’t know about him for Jane to be thinking of him this
much.
    But don’t tell my mom that. She’s got them married off already. And while Jane would usually have the presence of mind to gently stop Mom’s imagination from speeding like a
runaway freight train, this time she’s just . . . going along with it.
    Take this morning. Jane was running late for work, a job she LOVES, but didn’t blink when Mom stopped her from heading out the door and asked her if she knew what Bing’s favorite
food was.
    “No. We haven’t talked about food,” Jane said. And by the look on