To Be United at Last?
The fine weather had freshened the air that was sweet to take in, flavored with the alluring scent of white roses. To my eyes, the sun seemed to be even more glorious than ever, as if it had dressed up for the same occasion as I was doing.
My smoothened hair was decorated with beautiful flowers that were attached to the extravagant, embroidered veil. I lingered in front of the looking glass, after Sophie's skillful hands were done with adorning me, for a few seconds and gazed at the stranger who was looking back at me; and smiled.
"Jane!" came the impatient voice of my, (dare I say it?), husband to be. As I was about to hasten downstairs where my future laid, awaiting me, Sophie said in a soft voice,
"You look beautiful" she hesitated a little before completing with another, to me, stranger word, "Madam".
I smiled with gratitude and murmured my thanks while I was sure my face had become as red as a rose on her compliment. "Jane!" came again with more urge this time and I responded by rushing down.
"Ah at last you… ca…came" he seemed speechless and gave me the feeling of something being out of place before I realized what it was. I believe he did not expect to see me look the way I probably did. Although I was sure that Blanche Ingram would have looked far more beautiful than I could have possibly done, I could not help but to feel pride for the love I saw in his eyes.
"You know Jane," he said after sometime, "You never gave me the potion that was supposed to make me a handsomer man so I could match my bride better externally."
"When you asked me that once before, I replied that it forgoes the power of magic but did I ever mention audibly what I then had said within my own heart?"
"No, you did not"
"I said, 'A loving eye is all the charm needed, to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty" I leaned towards him as I said this and he embraced me lovingly.
"We have to go or we'll be late" he murmured in my hair; pulling away he asked if I'll have my breakfast to which I answered in the negative, saying that I was too excited to eat anything.
He the left me for a brief moment to organize some details with his newly hired servant and while I was waiting for him I heard the footsteps of old Mrs. Fairfax whose usual kind smile had brightened her face.
"I still find it hard to believe that you are actually marrying the master, and at such a young age too! Although I don't fear for you anymore, I'm sure you'll be happy together. One can see that he loves you and you very well deserve it."
"Thank you" I simply replied to the good lady.
At that moment Mr. Rochester came in and smiling broadly, took my arm and led me out. We weren't outside the gates yet when Adele's childish voice called after us.
"Monsieur Rochester! Mademoiselle! Attendez!"
We stopped to face her.
« Mademoiselle, vous semblez beau » she said
Her remark was said with such childish innocence and simplicity that it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
"Monsieur, can I tell her your secret, now?" she whispered to Mr. Rochester.
"Secret?" I asked looking at him questioningly. He looked back at me briefly and turned back to Adele and said,
"I think she knows it, now!"
"Oh did you tell her?"
"No, she found it out on her own." He answered nonchalantly.
"How?" came again a childish question.
"Well, didn't I tell you she is a fairy?" he whispered mischievously and audibly in her ear. She looked at me, with shining eyes, made me bend down and kissed my cheek and ran back to the house.
"What secret was she talking about?" I asked as we recommenced our walk to the church.
"Sometime before I expressed my love to you I confessed it to her; and to my amazement I found her really reliable for secrets. She never said a word." I smiled. I could have never imagined Edward with his obvious dislike of little Adele would disclose such a secret to her.
Edward chuckled at the expression I probably had on and I thought I could see a certain glow in is eyes, an inevitable glee in his tone that had never been there before. His manner was more carefree and his features though as stern as before, were now less gloomy and free of shadows.
At last we reached our destination and the magnificent sacred walls became visible. Our paces involuntarily quickened as I was sure we were both eager to be united at last.
A/N: You should really appreciate this update people! I'm doing it in the middle of exams and by now the only exams I'll get an absolute 100% is math! Our English language sucked. They asked an adjective for king! That's the stupidest thing I had ever seen. Although the answer was kingly! And our science teacher was like: its kingship. And I wonder from where she got that as an adjective!! Anyway I'm looking forward to the next chapter as it is the original scene upon which this whole story was developed. I always wondered what if Bertha had died during these three months that Richard claimed so confidently she was alive. Please review the story is reaching it's last!
