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Lizzie stared in abject horror at her computer screen. She had meant to click on the link to take her to Darcy’s twitter page (on her quest to ascertain just how likely she was to see him at work any time soon—and she’d felt weird even just doing that), but instead, she’d accidentally hit the “follow” button. She was following William Darcy. On Twitter.
“The internet is forever,” Charlotte’s annoyingly practical voice echoed in her head.
Of course, Lizzie could easily unfollow him. It would take nothing more than the same click of a mouse that had gotten her into this mess. But the notification was already sent out, and would now be sitting in his inbox and probably sent to his phone. Oh God, he might already know.
Shouldn’t there be some kind of morning-after pill for Twitter following? Some way of erasing all evidence of what was obviously a stupid mistake? At the very least, shouldn’t Twitter have a pop-up box asking, “Are you sure you want to follow the guy you brutally rejected based on false information and misconceptions, at whose company you are now, by some malicious twist of fate, job shadowing?” That would have been helpful.
But there was nothing she could do now. The fans would have a field day with this, of course, just like the one they had upon discovering the Pemberley Digital website (or as she liked to call it, the Fansite for the Adoration of All Things Darcy), but anything she might try to say to explain the situation would make her look like a Lady that Doth Protest Too Much.
She groaned and buried her face in her hands. What a way to start the new year in a new city—making herself look like an idiot with one ill-judged click of a mouse.