Jane fidgeted and fussed with the cuffs of her new dress, frowning a little at the effect in the dressmaker's mirror. This was her first dress fitting, indeed the first dress that she herself had not cut, pieced, and sewn herself aside from her wedding dress.

"I still don't think it looks right," She confided to her husband, sitting leisurely behind her, surveying the havoc he was wreaking in her little world by insisting she acquire a few new things on the event of their marriage.

"Nonsense, it looks perfect. Adele, does Jane not look perfect?" Edward asked his ward and soon to be adopted daughter.

"Oh, yes," Adele agreed. "She is very à la mode now! Très magnifique! Nothing like the old, démodé Miss Eyre!"

"The improvement does her good, yes?" Edward Rochester asked again, rising from the chair to inspect Jane's new outfit a little more closely. After the fire, his eyesight, while recovering, was still poor. Adele nodded widely in the mirror.

"You should not have gone through the trouble, Edward," Jane sermonized, pinching at the skirt and twitching the fabric a little: this was the prettiest dress she'd ever worn in her life. "It's far too expensive to be practical."

Edward smiled and caught her wrist, kissing it. "Any amount is a worthwhile sum to pay to see you in a dress that isn't gray or black," He said. "And," he added with a chuckle, "For a fairy sprite, you wear green very well."

Though she still thought his notion as absurd as she always had, Jane had to laugh with him.