See Tim.

Eustacia Vye and you have the same divine passions. I quote from the book:

To be loved to madness - such was her great desire. Love was to her the
one cordial which could drive away the eating loneliness of her days. And
she seemed to long for the abstraction called passionate love more than any
particular lover.

Ah but you see, there lies a teeny weeny little problem. You will not sit next to the "Helioses and the Cleopatras" in heaven. Nonono. We cannot call you "Queen of Night", not when your presence has yet to bring "memories of Bourbon roses, rubies, tropical midnights and eclipses of the sun". If Eustacia Vye, in all her goddess-like regality, fails to find someone to satisfy her passionate craving, then, unless you do something about your appearance, you will most certainly be doomed to the "eating loneliness of her days". She may be the "raw material of divinity", but You have much refining to do.

Much.

I wonder what happens to her at the end of the book?

It starts today then. Something has happened.