She sighs. “Honestly, I should have just made a sign and worn it around my neck. I’m Elizabeth Bennett,” she adds, gesturing at herself with a flourish. The three of us share a glance. “Elizabeth Bennett?” she huffs, one hand on her hip. “Only one of the greatest romantic heroines of all time? From Pride & Prejudice?” “That’s…a movie?” Morrow asks with a raised brow. “This is why you boys only attract the likes of puck bunnies,” she cries. “‘Cause any woman of class, taste, and sense knows to steer clear!” With tears in her eyes, she pushes between us, stomping away.
