I have never been so furious in my entire life. Everything I had so carefully planned has gone to waste. Things were perfect. I was enjoying myself and the company people offered and Edward and I were getting along well when the situation took a drastic turn for the worse. Last night we played a game of charades with Edward and I as the actors and we did a marvelous job if I do say so myself. Mr. Eshton questioned that thing as to whether she would desire to join us, but I quickly dismissed that proposition. The idea that an uneducated governess should keep company with people of a higher class is ludicrous. To continue, while we were acting in one particular skit, a wedding scene, I dreamed about the day when he and I would finally be man and wife and I would become a recipient of his immense fortune. The evening continued on uneventfully but the following morning Edward was asked to travel to Millcote on business and did not return until the evening, or so we thought. His ward shouted that she saw him riding up the walk but when I went to verify this information I saw that it was not him at all. Chastising the girl for her false information, I threw in an angry glare at Miss Eyre for good measure. She should learn to keep her charge under control. The visitor turned out to be a man by the name of Mr. Mason who was an old friend of Edward's. He was entertaining us all with his stories about his travels to other countries when we were interrupted by a Colonel Dent who proposed the option of having our fortunes told. Apparently there was an old gypsy woman who had arrived and refused to leave until she told the ladies their fortunes. The Eshton ladies were completely overreacting to the whole situation and so I stepped forward to have my fortune told as I was quite curious about the whole ordeal. Mamma tried to object but I brushed her words aside entered the library. I happened upon an old woman, black as night who wore a long cloak, covering her face. I sat down and held out my hand. As she traced her bony finger along my palm, she began to speak:

" Missus Blanche we have here, it seems you are looking to marry in the near future. I bring words of foreboding, my dear. The man you seek to wed is not what he seems to be. He is a man of many secrets. One of which involves his fortune which you so desperately covet. There is nothing. Nothing here at all for you. You are not worthy of this man. He desires another, the one you despise. Now leave, and contemplate the words of your future."

I was shocked. I left the library in a haze of confusion and fury. People questioned me when I arrived back at the party but I just fed them some line about how it was a waste of time and quite trivial. I settled down in an armchair to think and, hiding behind a book, watch Jane Eyre. Moments passed, I became angrier and angrier. I soon found myself glaring at her with all of my being, trying to bore a hole through her with my eyes. She noticed me but pretended not to. I cannot believe the words that touched my ears tonight. Such fallacies, such lies it is an insult to my intelligence as well as my pride. I need to sleep. So much has happened tonight I just need to rest my eyes and think about simple things. Perhaps painting will calm me down.

I painted this from my mind. Isn't it exquisite? It's almost as if it was a real place. Oh how I wish it was, I'd go there and never have to deal with this tragedy ever again.

Farewell for now,

Blanche Ingram