Elizabeth Bennet has just lived through the most humiliating night of her life. Then by some strange twist of fate, she is forced to live it again. And again. If ever a night refused to end, why must it be that of the Netherfield Ball? The indignity of constantly reliving the same day forces her to question things she thought she knew. Things like the function of time. Her father’s qualities as a parent. Mr. Darcy’s disagreeable personality, and how proud and bad tempered he is. She does not know why this is happening, but she is sure of one thing. Somehow, it's all Mr. Darcy’s fault.