Disclaimer: I really don't own Titanic.
Not a one shot this is just an Introduction to the plotline. Reviews would be nice!
Rose's mother always though of Rose as a disappointment. She constantly regretted marrying such a strong-willed man; a man who stood up for himself, because it was exactly what Rose had inherited from him. The only thing good about Rose was how attractive she was. Which was obviously from the mother's side. Yes, rose would've been better off a quiet girl with outstanding manners, and an ability to keep her mouth shut.
"Darling, I'm afraid there is no lunch today, you're getting slightly large, yes indeed. Your aunt and I will stay away for the duration of afternoon tea too, just to make sure your wedding dress shall fit of course"
Rose was livid. She thought she was perfectly fine. Just because her mother was slim and gaunt, with cheekbones as pointy and solid didn't mean Rose was fat. Rose would much rather look like a bakers woman than her mother, but of course, now Rose was with Cal, Rose and her mother were the "Gentlefolk", and certainly not someone who would shove her head in an oven every morning. Rose grumbled as she had no choice in the matter and was subjected to her room where she suffered the torment of her stomach constantly rumbling. Rose often wished she were someone else, even if she had to be without food all the time, it would be worth it. She brushed her silky rouge locks, each curl tumbling down in sheer delight from being tightly wrapped into a neat bun. She liked her hair long and down. It was wild, as fierce as a lioness but as soft and silky as a freshly picked water lily flowing across a winding lake. She was interrupted in her thoughts as she heard the door knocking, and she knew by the way the knocker was tapped three times in such a rhythmic pattern it was Cal. Rose quickly squeezed her cheeks, tied her claustrophobic hair back up and attempted a warm smile before he came in.
"I locked the door, so she wouldn't come looking for a meal"
"That's right, making her fit and ready for the wedding. In front of so many people, she's got to look perfect."
"That's my reason cal,"
"I completely understand, well let me in. I have to see her."
Rose heard the jangle of keys and the doorknob slowly twisting open. Rose's smile turned brighter as she met her fiancé.
"Hello Darling, good news."
"What's that?" Rose quickly replied, looking interested, or secretly worried it was bad news. She had overheard a conversation that the wedding was going to be in America, in front of hundreds of Cal's superior contacts. Yet, the marriage was even a bigger secret and rose had only found out that the marriage was even happening three weeks ago. Her mother had known for months.
"We're going over to America for the marriage in two weeks" Cal smiled, her mother standing over, her hand gesturing over her lips to give an even bigger smile. Rose did so, but cal noticed her looking the other way
"For gods sake look at me. I'm paying for this" Rose turn to face Cal in disgust. What a horrible temper. She didn't want to bear a child who would kick her whenever she wasn't paying attention to her womb. In fact, she would rather die than bear a child that came from Cal. "Rose is displeased... what to do?" Oh God. He had noticed her smile crease up. Rose raised her head. "I'm not displeased. Just, shall we say, curious? Why are we going and How?"
"You never miss a thing do you?"
"Not at all" Rose lied. She had never proposed a single question about the marriage since she was asked, but she was desperate to find out the details about going to America.
"We're sailing the great Titanic my dear. It's all there. We'll be sailing first class on the great Unsinkable Ship, you've read about it surely, we'll be the first to be in luxury" Cal murmured as he dashed out of the room, spotting his clock hanging from his suit pocket reading half past four. Not even a goodbye. Rose thought, feeling incredibly let down as usual.
Two weeks passed rather slowly, as Rose dreaded the days as they each passed one by one. She dreamt of being rescued from this already failed relationship but as the days drew nearer to her fate nothing happened. Her mother became more occupied and flustered, so Rose was left alone, staring at what used to be a bright happy girl. She was only eighteen, and she thought too young to know what true love was. Her mother told her never to marry poor or for love but she never took it in. Rose had clearer views on what to look out for. To herself, Rose was a single carefree girl. And it was her Mother who was re-marrying again. She was often alone in the grand house as Cal and her mother went out planning everything. She wished she could run away… get away from the life she had never wanted.