Victoria Connelly

That night, Kay Ashton dreamt of Mr Darcy again. It wasn't the first time, of course, and it wouldn't be the last. She often dreamt about her favourite fictional hero, and sheoften daydreamed about him too. How many dull afternoons in the office had been cheered up by imagining the sudden arrival of Mr Darcy ? He'd come striding in accross the carpeted reception, his eyes fixed on Kay.
"In vain have I struggled," he'd say, confessing his love to her thereand then and sweeping her up in his arms, telling her to leave her desk behind and run away to Pemberley with him.
If only I could, Kay thought.