My Dearest Thomas,
Dear Thomas, I am writing you regarding what we had previously spoken of regarding your niece, Abigail. There is no life for her here, and as such I request that you take her with you to America when you go on the Titanic. It would seem that by her choices, she has cut off any future to be happily married where she is now. Perhaps if you were to take her to America she would be able to find love and settle down properly. I do not blame her for what has happened, as we all know love can make a woman do strange and often silly things. She has made a mistake and she knows what she has done is wrong. I will send money for her ticket, and if you would please, watch over her. Keep her out of trouble.
Your dearest sister,
Victoria
Thomas Andrews was sitting in his office reading and re-reading the letter he was sent by his sister. She had spoken of his niece that had made some dire mistake that had cost her a future in small town Knaresborough, North Yorkshire. He had never heard just what mistake she had made exactly, only that it had involved someone she loved, or thought she loved. Her mistake had cost her a future in her small town, or so her mother had said, and she was to join him on Titanic.
Thomas Andrews sat back in his desk chair and let the letter fall from his hands onto the desk. He hadnt seen his niece for years, but he could still picture her dark curly hair and bright blue eyes. She had taken after her father rather than her mother, at least appearance wise.
His sister, her mother, also had dark curly hair with the same bright blue eyes. She was a rather short woman, just topping off at 5'0" and Abigail, if he had remembered would just be a few inches taller at 5'3". They shared the same facial structure with a strong almost pointed jaw. Their features were soft and delicate and if Abigail had truly grown to look like her mother, than she would be a very beautiful woman.
Her persona, however, modelled Thomas' and he fathers. Always curious and always looking for something to do, something new to learn, Abigail was never one to sit still and act like a proper young lady. Much to be mothers annoyance, Abigail would rather have her head stuck in books studying architecture and engineering, construction and mechanics. She truly had taken after her father and Thomas. Always looking for knowledge.
But she was also naive and her innocent nature came along with the territory of being curious. She was never one to assume the worst about people and that had made her susceptible to heartbreak and disappointment. She had such a kind heart that it was easy to be broken.
"Watch over her. Keep her out of trouble." Thomas sighed and leaned forward, picking up the letter in his hand, and reading it over, once more. It did not give a date as to when she would be arriving here, but Thomas had hoped that it would be before Titanic was complete. With her curiosity and her desire to study mechanics and engineering, he thought it a perfect opportunity to show her the biggest ship in the world.
He made a note to show her the library on the Titanic as well as the cafe's. He knew she would rather take a book and read alone in a cafe than sit and drink tea with women discussing the latest gossip. It just wasn't like Abigail to enjoy the 'normal' womenly activities Titanic would have to offer.