I got this idea off of Tumblr.

1912

Twenty year old Adrien Agreste stepped out of the automobile, dressed in a fine suit which consisted of a coat and trousers then gazed an awe at the large ship he would soon be boarding. The R.M.S Titanic, one of the largest and most luxurious ships in the world was going to be taking him from France to New York to begin a new life.

Adrien was a very handsome and charming young man. The son of the French aristocrat Gabriel Agreste who came from old money that is until Gabriel's brother in law, Adrien's uncle Andre Bourgeois died and left his family in debt. Now to restore his family to their wealthy status his father had arranged for him to marry Lila Rossi, a young woman from Italy who was due to inherit a large fortune. He wouldn't meet her until today and he was sure that he was going to throw up.

"Stand up straight Adrien and stop pouting it is most unbecoming of a man of your class." His father Gabriel said sternly.

"Forgive me Father." Adrien apologized in a respectful tone.

"Why so glum Adrien?" His cousin Chloe asked. "You're boarding the Titanic, one of the most extravagant ships in the world and you're acting like it's a death sentence."

"I guess it's these large crowds. They make me nervous."

Adrien had mixed feelings about the whole trip. On one hand he wasn't too thrilled about the arranged marriage he would receive upon arriving in New York but on the other hand he was excited about traveling to a new place to see new sights and new people.

"Hey be careful with that luggage you oaf!" Chloe snapped.

"My apologies Miss."

The person she had snapped at was the Agreste family's maid and most faithful servant Nathalie Sancoeur. After the tragic death of Adrien's beloved mother, the radiant and extremely beautiful Emilie Agreste Adrien's father began neglecting him resulting in the boy seeking comfort and maternal care from Nathalie. However his father and Chloe always treated her so badly. For example at that moment Chloe had loaded Nathalie up with too much of her luggage causing the poor woman to trip and drop everything.

"Here let me help you." Adrien offered.

"Thank you sir but that's not necessary." She said.

"What are you talking about? Of course it's necessary. You cannot possibly carry all those by yourself."

"Adrien she is perfectly capable of carrying them on her own. Don't reduce yourself to such foolish acts." His father scolded.

"I'm just being a gentleman. No real gentlemen would let a lady carry so much without helping her."

"Nathalie is no lady she is just a maid so pay her no mind."

"But Father-"

"Adrien don't." Nathalie urged gently. "I appreciate your kindness but your father is right. Pay me no mind."

The young man sighed. How he hated the way his family treated his servants and those who were not of great wealth. His father, his Uncle Andre, his Aunt Audrey, his cousin, his entire family, all of them showed disgraceful behavior toward servants. His mother and himself were the only exception. He hoped that his fiance wasn't like that.

Meanwhile boarding the third class part of the ship was seventeen year old Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Though she was the daughter of a baker, born into a poor family, a poor but happy family filled with the glowing warmth of love. But not all good things last. At age ten her parents were stricken with a fatal illness and with no money to pay a proper doctor they both perished. She was then placed in the care of her uncaring aunt who barely fed her anything more than scraps and bones. Then at age thirteen when money became scarce her aunt sold her to a brothel. However being a very clever girl she managed to save her virginity by disguising herself as a kitchen boy while at the same time making her own money by sewing quilts and selling them in secret.. For four years she succeeded in hiding herself from the eyes of perverted men and was making a decent amount of money until a week ago the head of the brothel grew frustrated with her clumsily dropping dishes and noticed that she was blossoming into a beautiful young woman so Marinette was forced to be put on display along with the other prostitutes. She was then bought by thirty year old con artist Theo Barbot.

Upon arriving at his house he tried to bed with her immediately when she refused he attempted to take her by force but she fought back and knocked him out with a lamp. She then fled from his house and using all the money she had saved from selling quilts to buy a third class ticket on the Titanic. It was her only chance, her only escape.

"Oh God I pray that New York will be better than here." She prayed as she kept her head and face covered with a shawl. She didn't know if Theo would be looking for her but she wouldn't risk that.

"Do you need help with your luggage ma'am?" A crew member offered.

"Yes thank you." She said.

He smiled, lifted up her luggage, and followed her as she boarded the ship. Marinette couldn't help but marvel at the ship's magnificence. She still couldn't believe that she was actually on the Titanic. It was a dream come true. Once aboard the crew member escorted her down to third class.

"Here we are Miss." Crew member said as they entered her quarters.

It was a small bunker that contained a sink and two bunk beds. To the passengers of first class and middle class this probably wouldn't be comfortable in their eyes but to Marinette and other passengers of third class it was perfect. Marinette threw herself on to the mattress of the lower bunk bed and sighed. It had been so long she had felt the softness of a real bed. After her parent's death she had spent the past seven years sleeping on a haystack and the kitchen floor of the brothel. This gave her hope for the future.