"Caroline." I spoke slowly so that, hopefully, one of us could start understanding the other. "I don't know what you are talking about. Yes, Charles has been very kind to me. I know there are issues between Darcy and Wick, but why should that matter to me? It's not like I'm friends with Darcy ... or you. Who I hang out with isn't really any of your business."

"Suit yourself." Caroline walked away.

I went to find Jane, but Cat blocked my path.

"You know, scum, for someone who claims to have no interest in Darcy, you seem to spend enough time with him."

I turned and walked away. Jane was waving me down from the other side of the room.

"Lizzie!" She approached me with a worried look. "What was that all about?"

Even Jane knew something had to be off if Caroline and Cat were speaking to me. Especially Caroline -- her influence over her brother and his unexplained respect for her were the only things about him that I didn't like.

After I relayed the exchange, Jane sighed. "Lizzie, I haven't been hearing good things about George Wickham. You should be careful."

"Not you too." I didn't like that Jane would take Caroline and Darcy's side.

"It's not that. I asked Charles, and he said that the story Wick told you was an absolute lie."

"Yeah, but whatever information he got was from Darcy. So, in my book, it shouldn't be trusted."

Jane looked over at Charles. "I don't know, Lizzie. Charles couldn't tell me exactly what happened because he made a promise to Darcy, but he really doesn't have a reason to lie to me."

"I know, I know...."

"JANE!" Lydia barreled over to us. "I'm having so much fun. Can you believe I'm the only freshman here? Like, this totally has to be a huge mark for my social standing. And, can you just imagine, I mean, what if I get asked to prom, too?" Lydia screeched so loudly that half of the room turned around to glare.

"Lydia," Jane whispered. "Please."

Lydia didn't hear her. Or, more likely, chose to ignore her.

"Caroline!" Lydia shouted to a stunned Caroline. "So, like, during spring break, we're going to Vera's for our prom dresses. I mean, for Jane's dress. Do you know if a freshman has ever gone to prom? Like, ever?"

Caroline looked at Lydia with even more disgust than she usually reserved for me.

"No," she said dismissively. "Prom is for junior women at Longbourn. While it is tradition for most of the women to be taken by men from Pemberley, some exceptions are made." She shot a look at me. "But any straying from custom is frowned upon."

"Do you want to come with us to Vera's?"

"I will be spending my vacation in Greece."

Lydia squealed again. "That's so awesome."

Caroline nodded coldly.

"I mean, I wish we were going somewhere, but no ..." Lydia started sulking. "Like, Daddy got millions in his buyout, so the fact that we can't go somewhere fabulous like Greece is so unfair."

"Lydia!" Jane stood up and pulled her sister away from Caroline. "Enough!"

The majority of the students on our side of the room had heard everything Lydia had said.

"I'm just having fun," Lydia protested. "You're so uptight." Her eyes grew wide and she started jumping up and down. "No. Way. This song was, like, THE song from camp last summer. I totally remember the routine we came up with." An up-tempo pop song started playing on the sound system, and before any of us could stop her, Lydia was on the dance floor, spinning around with her arms stretched out. In less than ten seconds, she cleared a space of about ten feet around her. She was relishing the attention.

Jane was horrified. "Please make her stop." Her voice was nearly inaudible.

I headed over to the platform. Lydia was doing something that looked like the Charleston, but with her usual manic energy. She started spinning her fists in the air and shouting "WOO!" every few seconds. I could hear the snickering as I passed through the crowd.

"Um, Lydia." I got as close to the platform as I could safely get without bringing too much attention to myself or getting kicked in the face by Lydia's current attempt to channel a Rockette.

The performance was pure agony to watch. How Lydia could've thought she was impressing people was beyond me. I wanted to look away, but it was one of those horrifying scenes that you just can't take your eyes off of. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, she did jazz hands. Full-on, Broadway-style jazz hands.

When the song was over, Lydia took a deep bow. A few of the guys started whistling while the majority of the Longbourn girls were laughing. A few had even recorded the dance on their phones.

Poor, poor Jane.

"Oh!" Lydia exclaimed when the next song came on. I quickly grabbed her arm. "Lizzie, let me go!" she protested.

I ignored her and dragged her along until Colin stepped in my path.

"Why, Lydia, that was delightful," he said.

"Thanks!" she replied.

"You really have such a great enthusiasm. I haven't seen leaps like that since an evening I spent at the Joffrey Ballet during fall break last year. I remember that time of year so well because it was unseasonably warm. The program was a delightful one -- you may have enjoyed it yourself...."

Colin was making things worse. What we needed was to get Lydia out of there, but Colin was prolonging the embarrassment by giving a detailed review of her performance.