Mr Rochester handed me my little notebook of memories I had written (good and bad), paintings I had painted and poems I had written.

"I am sorry to have taken it Jane, but I missed you greatly and needed to touch something you had touched, read something you had written, and see what you had painted. The night you left to visit your dying Aunt Mrs Reed, I crept into your chamber while the guests were asleep and I stayed up all night just looking through it."

I took the notebook from him and gently kissed his soft cheek.

"I thought I had left it in the carriage, and lost all of my memories, poems, my paintings."

"Can you ever forgive me, my dearest Jane?"

"I am just happy that you have returned it to me, and I'm sure I will find it in my heart to forgive you, eventually!"

As I said this, I felt a small smile appear on my face, I looked at Mr Rochester, and he gave me that special look, that huge smirk across his face, I cuddled up closer to him and moved my hand under his.

We had finally arrived in town and Mr Rochester bought me several items of clothing (which I insisted he didn't need to buy). The first being a pink silk frock carefully sewn with a gold hem along the bottom. The second being a pale green frock with a yellow ribbon tied at the back. The third being a pale blue colour frock with white frilled sleeves (it was similar to my grey Lowood frock, but much more elegant) and a carefully embroidered rose pattern frill around the edge and chest area of the frock.

He showered me with gifts of all kinds' nightdresses, jewellery, hair pieces and a new notebook that I could write in for our new life together. I told him he needn't shower me with gifts but he simply exclaimed

"You are my angel, I want to dote on you and buy you wonderful gifts, you have never received a gift, and these gifts are my way of paying you for all those precious gifts you missed out on Jane!"

I couldn't argue with him, he was adamant. By dinner time we had returned home and I had carefully placed my gifts from Mr Rochester into draws and wooden chests.

As I was descending down the back stair case I heard little Adele call my name

"Miss Eyre, Miss Eyre!"

I made my way back up the stairs towards the nursery with a little smile upon my face. She was eager to see what wonderful treasures Mr Rochester had bought for me from our trip to town. I allowed her into my room were she opened up my draws and wooden chests to seek out my 'wonderful treasures' as she called them.

"Oh, Miss Eyre I like the pale green dress most of all!"

"So do I Adele!"

"It is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen, j'adore le vert!"

I heard the servants chime the bell for dinner, so I escorted Adele into the dinning room were Mr Rochester was sat patiently at the top end of the enormous dining table. Mr Rochester asked me if I would join him and Adele for dinner, but I was tired so I re-tired to my chamber. I started to write in my new notebook that Mr Rochester had given me as a gift.

Mr Rochester took me shopping today to buy me gifts. I wished he hadn't but he insisted. He bought me a new notebook, which I am writing this in, he bought me few dresses, one being a pink one, another pale green and the last one pale blue. I liked the pale green dress best of all, and so did Adele, when me and Mr Rochester are married some day, I will buy Adele a dress just like it. I do not dread the new life I will begin with my dear Edward, but I fear I will not be a good a wife to him as Bertha is. But it will be a long time before me and Edward wed, so for the time being I will stay with my dear Edward and help him attend to his former wife Bertha.

I have not met her yet, but Mr Rochester says if I do wish to see or talk to her that I must not go alone, he will have to accompany me as her violent madness is increasing each day. I do not wish to see Bertha yet, but when I do I will be as gentle with her as I possibly can be. It is late and I must re-tire to my sleep now, but do not fear I will write again soon.

Jane

It was not long before I was safely nestled in my bed sleeping. I slept for several hours until I awoke when I heard Mr Rochester, my Rochester, my Edward retiring to his own chamber. I lay awake thinking of the new life I was about to begin with my future husband, staring at the ceiling of my chamber above. There were tiny swirls all painted white, with gold painted roses in between each swirl of white. I thought it just divine. I suddenly heard my chamber door opening, by this time it was dark I could not see clearly.

I thought it Mr Rochester at first who had come in to bid me goodnight, so I arose from my bed, wearing my long white embroidered nightdress. I slowly approached the burning candle (what I thought was Mr Rochester's) that was held in front of him, he held the candle up towards his face, it was at this point reader, that I realized it was not Mr Rochester but another figure I had not been familiar with before. The mysterious figure started to approach me; it was at this point that the figure came hurling towards me! I screamed an almighty scream; the figure was still running towards me. I stepped backwards. I found I was trapped between two walls of my chamber. I closed my eyes and awaited the dark fate, I had long dread…