Readers – tell me if the snark is too much or if I’m mocking too much. Morning arrived with disorienting normalcy. The sun rose as it always did, birds sang in the hedgerows, and the Bennet household bustled with its usual activities. Elizabeth stood before her mirror, studying her reflection with newfound curiosity. Was this truly how she appeared? Or merely how she was being described? “Hmm,” she murmured, turning her face from side to…