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Chapter 1- Every breath keeps me praying for the night

"Welcome aboard the RMS Titanic." Two smartly dressed attendants greeted us as we walked through the door into the luxrious ship. Juliette smiled half-heartedly at the two men as she walked in the middle of her mother, Aurelia, and her father, Alastair, through the intricately designed first class lobby of the ship on the brink of making her maiden voyage across the Atlantic. Juliette had to concede that she was slightly in awe of it all. There was definitely an air of extreme grandeur about the vessle. All around her first class passengers were closely crtiquing the intricate detailing of the ornate banistairs and the gold panelled furniture. "What is your impression of the ship, Juliette?" Her father asked of her as they descended the grand staircase in search of their cabins.

Juliette smiled, though it was not completely genuine. "It certainly is something. Like nothing I've ever seen before." If truth be told, she had been dreading this moment for months. Her mother and father, without consulting her, had decided to move to New York from London. Juliette loved London. It was quite cosmopolitan, yet no where near as daunting as New York. She adored living in the biggest city in Britain, but concerned that New York would be too big for her liking.

Alastair laughed slightly. "You are certainly right, darling. I must remember to congratulate Mr. Andrews tonight at dinner. He has certainly outdone himself." The maker of the ship, Thomas Andrews was a close friend of her parents. He had shown her father the designs of the ship before anyone else. Juliette wished he hadn't for two reasons. One: Her father pretentiously told everyone they met and Juliette was miles past becoming weary of the tale, and, Two: If Mr. Andrews hadn't shown him the designs and told him of the ships elegance and grandeur, there could have been a chance that her parents would never have thought about leaving London. Though Juliette had learned long ago that you can't dwell on things like that when one lives a trapped life like hers. She was already resentful enough of it.

They hadn't far to go before they reached their cabins. They were located just below the main deck, where all the other first class cabins were. Thankfully, Juliette had a cabin to herself so she wouldn't have to endure her parents any longer than was absolutely necessary. As the ship left the harbour, she unpacked her clothes and put them away meticulously so that she could stay in her room as long as possible. Then she pondered which dress she would wear, again for far longer than was necessary. By the time she had fully decided on gold gown with black lace and intricate beading on the bodice, it was five o' clock and dinner was served at seven. Their helper, Katharina, came in to make Juliette presentable fo dinner. She started off with her long hair, coaxing it into an intricate up style with only the slightest of effort. Juliette just stared at herself in the mirror as she did so. Her appearance had once caused quite a stir in high society London. Both Aurelia and Alastair were very fair; pale blonde hair and blue eyed, whereas Juliette was the complete opposite. She had dark brown hair, green eyes and sallow skin. Most people assumed that either she was adopted or my mother had been unfaithful and gotten pregnant by some other man. Who knows? Maybe she was, but Juliette couldn't even find it within herself to care. Secretly she hoped they were right. She was feeling more and more trapped everyday- like she was heading for nothing but a dead end. This life was suffocating her, draining every last bit of joy from her. If Juliette didn't get out soon, she never would for her parents were planning to marry her off as soon as possible. She had to be a bit thankful though that she still had time left, most other seventeen year old girls were already married. Juliette tried to hold back the tears whilst in Katharina's presence. There was always plenty of time for that, as she cried herself to sleep every night.

"Now Madame." Katharina smiled and softly placed her hand on Juliette's shoulder. She jumped a little. Juliette had been so caught up in her own mind that she barely notice it had been over and hour and a half since Katharina had started working on her. She examined her appearance in the mirror without showing any emotion. Of course she looked beautiful, Juliette always did after Katharina got her hands on her, but behind the beauty she could see the hatred and sorrow in her eyes and that might aswell have made her ugly. Not able to speak for fear of giving her emotions away, Juliette simply nodded and gave Katharina a strained smile. Just then there was a knock on the door and in walked Alistair. He smiled broadley at his only daughter.

"You look absolutely exquisite, darling." He announced proudly, taking his daughter's hand and helping her up out of her seat. "We really must be going. It's rude to be late."

Juliette smiled falsely and nodded. "Of course." She already had a feeling that tonight was going to be beyond awful. There's no escape. Juliette thought desperately to herself as she left the room with her father.