Paulina, caught up in the whirlwind of wedding planning with Mrs. Rochester, felt a prickle of unease at the corner of her eye. She glanced up to see Mr. Rochester, his gaze fixed upon her, a subtle intensity in his dark eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if he were dissecting her with his gaze, analyzing every detail, every twitch of her lips, every nervous flutter of her eyelids.
She couldn't quite place it, but there was something about his expression, a subtle tightening of his jaw, a slight downturn of his lips, that made her feel like she was under scrutiny, her every move scrutinized and judged. It was a feeling she had experienced before, a silent disapproval that hung in the air, a subtle tension that made her feel uncomfortable and out of place.
She had no idea
