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by Sarah Baughman
Mr. Zachary Taylor led his wife of one month into the ballroom. The Town Hall looked exactly as it did last year. He gazed lovingly into Liz’s face, feeling so blessed to have her on his arm. Her face reflected a similar feeling. With a flourishing bow, he asked her for the dance.
After the evening had ended, he led her outside.
“I have something for you, Eliza,” he said. Pulling a parcel from his jacket, he held it out to her. When she reached for it, he yanked it out of her reach. “But I want something from you first,” he teased.
“Zach! You are impossible.” Liz was trying to hide her grin, but couldn’t. She stepped closer to him and looked up into his face. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Tough, Eliza. You can’t refuse a gift from your husband.”
She inched even closer, bringing her face close to his. Distracted by Liz’s proximity, Zach’s arm lowered. When her lips were just a breath away from his, she reached up and plucked the package from his hand. Sending him a winning smile, she sat on the bench and tore the paper from what appeared to be a hard-bound book. When she turned it over, she saw that it was a copy of Pride and Prejudice.
Zach had seated himself next to her. “I remember in middle school, you loved this book, but I’ve been looking around our house and you don’t seem to have a copy. I just thought you might like one.”
Liz grinned at him, love radiating from her heart. She threw her arms around her husband, so glad that God had brought them together. No, he wasn’t a man like Mr. Darcy. He was better. He was real and he fit her and he had what she lacked and he was hers.
by Sarah Baughman (email: mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org)
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