Colour My World (The Bennet Sister Variations #3)

She sees people’s emotions in colour—except for the one man she is determined to dislike.

After a fall from her horse, Elizabeth Bennet wakes to an altered world—one where her mind translates emotion into colour, painting those around her in vivid ‘aires’ born of breath, pulse, and movement. She reads truth in every shade, sees affection, envy, fear—until she meets Fitzwilliam Darcy. He has no aire. No colour. He is a void. Against her will, she is immediately drawn in.

Having lost both parents as a young man, Fitzwilliam Darcy struggles to meet society’s expectations: faultless manners, measured conduct, and the relentless...

She sees people’s emotions in colour—except for the one man she is determined to dislike.

After a fall from her horse, Elizabeth Bennet wakes to an altered world—one where her mind translates emotion into colour, painting those around her in vivid ‘aires’ born of breath, pulse, and movement. She reads truth in every shade, sees affection, envy, fear—until she meets Fitzwilliam Darcy. He has no aire. No colour. He is a void. Against her will, she is immediately drawn in.

Having lost both parents as a young man, Fitzwilliam Darcy struggles to meet society’s expectations: faultless manners, measured conduct, and the relentless weight of duty. Raise his young sister. Tend to a vast estate. Years ago, he made a promise to his mother—to allow love to find him. But he no longer believes in such a destiny. The girl with eyes of two colours, the one foretold to ease his burden, cannot exist. Then one night, at a minor country assembly, she does.

And in the background—watching, needling, provoking—is Mr Thomas Bennet, a father who treasures all five of his daughters, though each in her own maddening way. With a glass in hand and a barb always ready, he speaks in jest but strikes with truth. His wit conceals a sharper wisdom—and a heart that may yet open the door to understanding, forgiveness, and joy.

If you could see a man’s soul in colour—would you still trust your heart?