The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Sorry. Recent events have made me wonder about my decision

to make my videos in a semi-public part of the house.

Not that my bedroom door was ever much of a deterrent.

We just don’t have any locking doors.

And I draw the line of filming in the bathroom.

This far, no further.

The other thing recent events have made me wonder about

is if Caroline knows something about Darcy that I don't…

I mean, I knew she liked him, but why the obsession with me?

I'm not in charge of who Darcy likes.

I still don't know why he did what he did for Lydia.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I don’t understand Darcy at all.

And yeah, I know what you’re gonna say, but

if Darcy helping Lydia he had anything to do with me, wouldn’t he have told me?

Don't get me wrong, I would rather know and I really appreciate Lydia telling me, but…

If Darcy is watching these videos, then he would know that I know, right?

And I still haven't heard a word from him since

he handed me into his car so his driver could take me to the airport.

Nothing. I wish Jane were here.

I mean, I’m really glad she's in New York for her amazing job and everything

but she has the most comforting presence.

Who am I kidding? I know exactly what she'd say.

Hey Lizzie, it’s so good to see you.

I think the two of you are super sweet together.

Do you want some tea?

I did shoot Fitz’s attack as I suspected his influence

might also have been at work about the website but he said—

No, I'm not doing the ‘fro thing, it’s at Pemberley.

Not me, Lizzie B!

And nothing since.

I haven’t even heard from Gigi, which is kind of odd.

She has historically not been shy about throwing her brother and me together.

Oh, Lizzie! Don't go anywhere.