Never expecting to lose the race to his cousin, Viscount Ashton, Darcy must now accept the terms of their wager.
"Can we negotiate terms?"
"You agreed to dance, at minimum, three sets per evening. You are not required to dance the opening or final sets, but you must dance the supper set and escort your partner into dinner."
With the end in sight, only three more balls to attend, he travels with his good friend Bingley to Hertfordshire where he meets again Lady Elizabeth Hamilton Bennet, a woman he egregiously insulted six months prior.
"She is tolerable I suppose, if one prefers ordinary garden flowers. However, she is not handsome enough to warrant an introduction."
Fate truly has not smiled at him lately.