The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

I’ve been here at Pemberley Digital for almost three weeks now

and this place keeps surprising me.

They’ve got a hall full— - Hey Lizzie. Do you have a minute?

- Sure. What’s up? - I wanted to talk to you about a thing.

- Is this a real thing or more math? - No, it’s…

It’s pretty serious.

- Let me just get the camera— - No!

Sorry, didn’t mean… I just… I want you to leave the camera on for this.

Are you sure? Because I totally respect your privacy

and contrary to popular belief, I don’t have to record every conversation.

Record this one. Your viewers need to know.

Wait. Whatever happened to you, that’s private to you.

You don’t owe my viewers anything.

No, but I owe this to myself.

My name is Gigi Darcy and I’m gonna tell you

what happened with George Wickham. And me.

For the record, I think this might be a bad idea.

It’s okay, it’s my decision, I need to do this.

Just, go on, begin.

So, the letter. Darcy’s letter. There was something else that I didn’t tell you.

It was about me. And George. We were…

Involved?

Yeah, that’s… one way to put it.

You have to understand, George was always around when I was growing up.

I think I had a crush on him before I even really knew what that meant.

He was always so…

- Charming? - Yes, exactly.

He always just saw me as a kid. But when he started looking at me differently,

it was… kinda hard to resist.

I keep forgetting that Darcy and George were actually friends once.

Yeah, close friends, for a long time.

One day, George disappeared, and William wouldn’t tell me where he went.

He was trying to protect you.

Keeping someone ignorant isn’t protecting them,

it can actually endanger them, you know?

I guess.

Anyway, I was away at college.

One day, I ran into him. Totally random.

Or so I thought, at the time.

I was trying to make the swim team, he needed work, so he offered to coach me.

We spent hours in the pool together.

But you didn’t tell your brother about it because you knew he would stop it?

I suspect it, I just…

I wanted something that was mine.

Maybe even something that William disapproved of. But…