The Peculiar Talent of Miss Elizabeth Bennet E-book

Knowing the future is never easy—especially when you realize you’ve ruined everything.

Elizabeth has been dreaming of the same man for years, but she has never seen his face. When she finally realizes who he is, she has to face the possibility that her happily ever after will never come to fruition.

Can things progress as they should after going so spectacularly awry? Or does Elizabeth need to accept that the future will never be what she had hoped it would?

When Elizabeth was eleven years old, she came to sit next to her grandmother in the parlor. She did not say anything, but Cora could tell she was upset. They sat side by side in silence for some time, Elizabeth looking ahead blankly and sighing every few minutes, and Cora knitting patiently beside her.
“Jonathon Blackwell tried to push me into the pond,” Elizabeth finally said.
“Did he?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I thought we were friends. When I said as much to him, he said he could never be friends with a skinny little girl.”
Cora dropped her knitting and looked at her granddaughter’s bent head. “You listen to me, Elizabeth Rose Bennet. That boy has no idea what he is talking about, and he is mean besides. You are better off without a false friend like him, though I know it hurts to realize it.”
Elizabeth sniffled and raised her head.
Cora passed her a handkerchief and said gently, “It is sad when we discover people are not who we thought they were, and it is all right to cry about it. But you mustn’t let it keep your spirits down. Boys like Jonathon Blackwell are not worth more than a few minutes of your time. Do you understand?”
Elizabeth took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “I do, Granny.”
“Good. I am glad to hear it.”
***
Two years later, Elizabeth was having tea in her grandmother’s parlor, discussing Jane’s coming out preparations, when Cora abruptly changed the subject.
“You will be a grand lady someday, Elizabeth.”
“Mama says I must stop climbing trees or no man will take me.”
Grandmother Bennet guffawed. “Your great-grandfather fell in love with me while I was climbing a tree.”
It took a moment for Elizabeth to realize her grandmother was teasing her, then she smiled widely.
“You must always be as you truly are, sweet child. Do not allow your mother to change you.”
Elizabeth furrowed her brow. “How do you know I will be a grand lady?”
“I have seen it in my dreams.” Her grandmother smiled and patted her cheek, ignoring the confused look on her granddaughter’s face.
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Cora Bennet lived to be ninety-two years of age, much to Mrs. Frances Bennet’s chagrin. She died peacefully in her sleep with a mysterious smile on her face. Elizabeth had remained her favorite granddaughter. At barely fifteen, Elizabeth was the most affected by her grandmother’s passing. She had only just come out, and her grandmother’s death granted her a reprieve from social obligations for a few months though Mrs. Bennet did not like it.
Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth’s sisters went through all the motions of grieving, but aside from one tearful afternoon, Mr. Bennet and Jane moved on easily enough. Elizabeth, however, was truly aggrieved. Every year for her birthday, her grandmother had gifted her with a new journal. The books held the secrets the two shared between them, Elizabeth’s girlish imaginings, the childish slights she suffered, and her grandmother’s dreams.
When Elizabeth had turned fourteen the year before, Cora had told her that the dreams were not merely dreams but visions of what would come to pass in the future. Elizabeth did not believe her. Her grandmother was old and terribly fond of her. Of course she would say Elizabeth would live in a grand house and have a great love! She wanted what was best for her beloved grandchild. But wishing did not make it so and Elizabeth was more cynical than most—likely the result of being the daughter of parents so wholly unsuited to one another.
Her grandmother had also said that Elizabeth possessed the gift of dreams, but in fifteen years, she had never had a single vision of the future. When her grandmother had been laid to rest and the stone was set, Elizabeth had placed flowers on her grave and prayed desperately for a dream. Just one dream when her grandmother would appear and hug her once more and tell her she was every bit as lovely as Jane, no matter what her mother said, and assure her that everything would be well.
But the dream never came.
Until the morning of her sixteenth birthday when she awoke in a cold sweat.