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Dear Fitz,
Do you know, I knew one day I would call you 'brother'. And look now, my predictions have come true, although not quite as I expected.
I really must congratulate you on your conquest of Miss Elizabeth Bennet. My darling wife is in a state of sheer rapture, if only because of the gown she insists she must absolutely have made in honor of her beloved sister's wedding.
What shall I wear to your approaching ceremony, Fitz? I confess I thought I would don my groom's coat when we became brothers, and stand beside dearest Georgiana to exchange our vows. But alas... it seems I must content myself with my soldier's dress uniform for this joyous occasion.
You have not asked me to stand up with you; I only assume you have asked your dear friend Bingley in my stead. I do wonder how heartbroken our esteemed fathers would be- you know they had such a dear wish to see us as best men for each other. But then again, they are both dead, so what does it matter?
Well then... I really must be signing off now. Lydia and I have a party to attend, and she is very impatient that I dress and make ready. But I simply could not allow you to marry without a word from me.
-George