Wishing On a False Star

    Sometimes when I imagine Mr. Darcy and I, I imagine us sitting in front of Pemberley Manshion, happily married, and watching our little one playing in the grass. Now that dream so far from reality. I wished on a false star, one that looked so bright to me, something I wanted more than anything else. The closest I will now ever get to Pemberley is looking at it from a distance, watching Mr. Darcy and his well dressed wife sitting and giggling at their handsome children playing in the grass. I fear that my strong opinions will stop me from ever being happy, happy like my dear sister was lucky enough to obtain.