This is a Twilight – Jane Austen – cross over set at the time and along the lines of Pride and Predjudice with the characters from Twilight.

I neither own P&P nor Twilight, sad to say. I have tried to write in 19th century english but I don't know if I can pull it of without major blunders. Feel free to inform me of any blunder and review.

It was no surprise then, that Mrs. White, governess to Miss Isabella Swan and her foster sister Miss Alice Brandon, opened the conversation at the breakfast table with the news of a family moving to Chawton.

"I was told that Rosebud Park is let at last." She thus told her two charges. Since both girls were in society and quite accomplished already Mrs White was not so much governess but chaperone to them. Only little of her time was engaged by watching over the progress of their skills in drawing and music and Mrs White had found a new occupation in finding husbands for her ladies. Quite against her orders, one might object, since Admiral Swan deceived himself in believing his single daughter still to young for matrimony. The same aspects he attributed to his ward, Miss Brandon, the only daughter of one of his old friends, Captain Brandon and his wife, who died tragically in the West Indies when the child was but ten years old.

To whom it could be let, the young ladies wondered and were rewarded for their curiosity with even more gossip.

"To a Sir Cullen and his family, Mrs Stanley told me he has five or six thousands a year. The Cullens are said to have an eligible son." Mrs White promptly contributed and named the source of her knowledge.

"Well, if Mrs Stanley told this, it is probably true. But I wonder about the age of the son." Miss Isabella said dismissively, not thinking very highly of the greatest gossip in Chawton.

Miss Alice laughed delighted, "He is probably about ten or eleven. Poor Jessica Stanley, her mother probably already ordered her wedding dress."

"If you only make fun of me, I can surely tell Admiral Swan that there is no need for you to go to the ball next Saturday." Mrs White replied stiffly.

"Oh dear Mrs White, you never told us about the ball." Alice cried out.

"We would never make fun of you." Isabella added. The young ladies hurriedly reassured their only available chaperone, both aware of the Admirals dislike of society.

"Hopefully the Cullens will attend the ball, then we may see the truth of these rumours for ourselves." Isabella stated.

The Miss Swan and Brandon were comfortably situated in the drawing room when Miss Rosalie Hale, a dear friend to both of them, was announced by a servant. They immediately begged for her to join them and proceeded to question her knowledge of the latest rumour. Since she was unaware of this most advantageous change in the neighbourhood they quickly filled her in. But Miss Hale had another intelligence of equal importance and told her astonished friends about it.

"Could you have heard already, that a regiment is staying near Chawton? It is under the lead of a very young major the name of Whitlock." She revealed. "I have encountered some officers on my morning walk. They told me that all the officers will surely attend the ball on Saturday."

After this revelation her friends scolded her gently for not informing them on the ball sooner, since they only found out about it this very morning.

"And going on a morning walk all by yourself, how shocking." Isabella continued.

"How was I to know, I could meet anyone out in the fields? It is solitary enough normally." Rosalie protested quickly. And how could they not know of the ball, since it was talked all over in Chawton for days now.

"Oh, don't let us quarrel, my dears." Alice screamed in agitation and begged for her friend to tell them more of this regiment. Was it militia? How old was this major? Did they not think the name of Whitlock very handsome?

Her friend quickly assured her that it was a regiment of the regulars and not militia, staying in the neighbourhood. But she couldn't give a more precise account of the major since she had only a short interview with her new acquaintance, a Lieutenant Newton who seemed quite cute and had complimented her a great deal. She thought she would allow him to take her to dance on Saturday if he cared to ask. Soon the conversation centred on proper attire for such an important assembly as the ball would probably be. So many possible new acquaintances could be made. So many eligible young men to be met in a neighbourhood that consisted of more daughters than sons.