The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

It's been three days.

Three days since Fitz told me that Darcy broke up Bing and my sister.

And three days since I have said anything about it to anyone.

Not even Charlotte, because Darcy is Charlotte's boss's boss's consultant or something

and I can't let her hate him the way I do. And I do.

Hate him. More than ever.

I didn't even know that was possible.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and I can't hold it in anymore.

So for the last few days, Charlotte's been swamped with

Ricky Collin's latest brain child: staff spirit development.

Basically, this involves not mandatory but highly encouraged goofy office events like:

mustache day and wear plaid like it's 1992 day.

Culminating into tonight's Halloween party at the restaurant across the street.

The upshot of this is Charlotte has been too busy to watch,

let alone edit my last few videos.

So, she remains blissfully ignorant.

I don't think she could stand to be in the same room with him if she knew.

I know I can't. Part of me wants to yell in his face

and tell him he is a jackass. But, I'm afraid that if I did

I'd end up trying to ring his neck.

Which would be bad, considering he's Charlotte's something.

Hey Lizzie, you ready?

Where is your costume? - I don't think I'm going to make it.

- Wait, why? - I have a headache?

Oh come on! If I'm forced to go as a giant condiment,

the least you can do is be a cat for five minutes!

Please!

I just don't think I can manage dressing up and making small talk right now.

Ahh, Darcy.

Avoiding him really isn't the best way to-- - Charlotte, please, don't press me on this.

Okay. It's no big deal.

I'll make your excuses. - Oh, Miss Lu!

We must retreat immediately across the boulevard.

The employees have gathered and are eagerly awaiting

the announcement of which costume has won the 25 dollar gift certificate