Sunday—not like any Sunday before this. Today, with every promise it allowed, was destined to be different. For this, Louisa was thoroughly happy. Ecstatic. She could sniff so much passion in the air that was fusing into her bedroom. She was back in her former room just as Rochester promised.
Samantha had also returned to her room on the third floor. Though the proximity to Rochester's room on that floor didn't seem all too convenient for Louisa. But maybe, it should only bother her if she paid critical attention to it. For now, she wouldn't. Not with the sleek wind weaving in from the opened window that sat to the right of her face. However moist the wind was, everyone knew that the sun would win the wager.
