lizzie steps forward, taking mr. darcy's hands into hers. "well, then..." she kisses them. "your hands are cold." they lock eyes. the camera gently centres on them. inching closer as the seconds pass. foreheads touch. and the rising sun, peeks through the little space between them. i daresay... iconic
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