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*Inspired by Pride and Prejudice*

Willow's life is often complicated by her over-the-top family, but things are taken to new lows when she meets Heath on the set of a cheesy dating show. Though the two are both happy to see the backside of the other when filming wraps, fate seems determined to keep putting them in each other's path. Now if they can only get past Heath's ego and Willow's animosity, they might just have a shot at happily ever after.

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The event space, a relatively new addition to the rear of the library, had been draped with strands of golden fairy lights, giving the room a warm, rich glow. The linens, place settings, and other adornments were spot-on, mimicking the neoclassical design of the room. Heath definitely knew what he was doing. Willow found the effect breathtaking.

Nibbles and champagne circulated as the arriving guests mingled before the formal call to dinner was announced. When the notice was given, the attendees filed in an orderly fashion towards the dining area.

Heath and Willow found their place cards and headed for table number one. Dean Genaro, an imposing woman who to this point Willow had only seen in photograph, was already seated at the table. Introductions were made, and she gave Willow an appraising look.

"Miss Asher. You are the young lady that has been working for my nephew?" Dean Genaro asked. The fact that she said 'working for' instead of 'working with' didn't go unnoticed by Willow.

Willow smiled, "Yes. It's very nice to meet you."

"With your accent, you must be from the south," Dean Genaro stated. It was evident from her tone that she found this to be an unfortunate situation.

"Texas," Willow said, her tone not carrying a hint of apology.

"Hmm. I assume that you attend the University?" the Dean asked.

"I do," Willow confirmed, "I'm a political science major."

"Hmm," the Dean said again, the sound a pronouncement, "An interesting major to leave home so far behind for. And how did you happen upon Columbia Miss Asher?"

"My father attended Columbia. Class of seventy-six," Willow informed the Dean.

"Is that so?" the Dean asked raising her heavily penciled eyebrows, "And what does your father do for a living?"

Willow hesitated, remembering her response the last time that she'd been asked the question.

"Her father is Frank Asher. He's one of the country's top environmental engineers," Heath offered. Willow looked at him, clearly both surprised and suspicious. Heath just grinned at her.

"An environmental engineer you say?" the Dean said, recalling Willow's attention to herself. She was impressed in spite of herself, "That is a respectable occupation indeed. Are there other Asher children?"

"Yes, there are five us all together. Five daughters. I am the second eldest," Willow replied.

"Five daughters! Goodness! The private school tuition must have been quite a burden for your father on his public servant's salary," Dean Genaro speculated.

"Oh, we went to public school," Willow informed her, finding the Dean's flabbergasted expression at this announcement amusing.

"Hmm," said the Dean.

Willow spent the remainder of the dinner holding her own against the most invasive line of questioning that she'd ever had directed towards her. A less collected woman might have cracked under the pressure, but Heath was pleased to see Willow holding her own against his overbearing Aunt.

To Willow's great relief, Dean Genaro's attention was finally waylaid by a member of the board of directors.

"Dance with me?" Heath asked, leaning close so that only she could hear.

Willow agreed and rose from the table, thankful for any opportunity to escape Dean Genaro.