Everything always might look all fine and the fancy for Rogue Dawson. But, to her life was like a prison cell. Waiting to get out and start a new once more. Anyone would die to have a life of a high society rich girl but on the inside she wanted out. Her father died in a fire back when she was only 7 years old, but now a 17 year old woman trying to escape the clutches of a set life planned ahead by her mother, an arranged marriage to a man named Aaron Abstor who is a greedy disgusting man. But Rogue was a beautiful young girl with ivory colored skin with green eyes and brownish reddish hair with one streak of blonde in her bang, could have her way with any male she pleased.
But all she was looking for in a guy was her true love.
Under the control of her mother, Rogue didn't have much say in her own life. All rogue wanted was to be happy.
You look at him and you'd never think another high society guy. But Jack was high in ranking.
Born into a rich family his mother died when Jack was only 4 years old. But now Jack is 21 and ready to go out and see what he shouldn't be missing out on in his life.
A handsome young gentlemen with dirty blonde hair and blue eye, has not a care in the world. He is set to live his father and become heir to his father's fortune. But Jack wants only to live his own life, not be controlled.
"Ms Dawson, It's 7:00, time for breakfast" the maid June said as she gently shake Rogue to awaken her.
"Great another pointless day with my mother" Rogue thought to herself.
She climbed out of her bed and walked to her closet looking for an outfit.
She glanced at her priceless couture gowns and dresses. Nothing of her own taste.
She leaned down and looked in the back of her closet, where she hid her own taste of clothing which was basically a pair of jeans, a simple tank top, a sweatshirt and some sneakers. How so longed to wear these simple things.
She sighed and put them back into her hidden box in the back of her closet.
She walked back into her room and grabbed her bathrobe and went down the spiral stair case into the kitchen where her mother waited.
Her mother Victoria sat at the far end of the table.
In Rogue's plate pancakes and bacon waited for her…her favorites. Her mother must have been sucking up for something of the sort to have her favorite breakfast waiting for her.
Rogue looked up at her mother.
"What's this for?" Rogue asked.
"I thought like being nice Rogue, what's the crime in that?" Her mother spoke.
"Well there must be a reason" She asked her mother curiously
" Well… I guess you caught me, Tonight you will accompany me to a play tonight at 7:00 pm sharp, we will be dressed in our best and Aaron will be courting you tonight" Her mother spoke proudly.
"Mother, tonight I refuse to accompany anyone to the play and specially Aaron. I refuse to be a pawn in the life you lead" Rogue firmly told her mother.
"Rogue! Yes You Will! You will go choose a proper dress for tonight's events and you WILL go!" Her mother said with her voice growing louder.
Rogue's anger grew by the second.
She couldn't handle this pressure to be this picture perfect image that she truly wasn't.
Rogue slammed her fork down on the plate and ran back into her room.
"Who the fuck does she think she is?" She said slamming her mirror to the ground into thousands of pieces.
Her mother rushed back to Rogue to see what the noise was about.
"What the hell was that? Her mother screamed, then noticed the broken mirror on the ground of her room.
"Rogue! How did this happen?" Her mother asked dumbfound.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are but you have no right to control my life like you are, good dammit!" Rogue fiercely yelled.
"Language Rogue! There is no need for that, you're a young lady" She said sternly.
"Maybe that's not meant for me, being a young lady, doing things proper, being all fancy and such and wearing priceless couture like you do, I want my own life, being my own person" She tried so say calmly.
"Rogue, you will lead the life that was meant for you, the life that was meant for every Dawson in this family. You will marry a fine gentlemen and will never suffer any pain" said her mother looking somewhat relaxed.
"Mother! I will not marry out of money and I will refuse to marry Aaron. He is not my true love! And what do you call this? I'm suffering already! There is enough damage to last a life time" Rogue spoke with tears.
"Life is not always what you'll expect Rogue…..Life is tough…get use to it, Now go on and get ready for tonight." Her mother spoke grim heartedly and stomped off.
Rogue sat there looking at the broken mirror. It somehow reflected her life in some aspect of it all.
Her dreams shattered to have her own life, to live her way, and find her true love.
Her life seemed so hopeless. Trying to somehow pick up her life she got dressed, set and ready for tonight's plans with her mother and Aaron.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning by the time Rogue got into town to get another brand new gown.
"Why does my mother always seem to go overboard with all of this? Priceless gowns, and jewelry, How all foolish all this is" She thought to herself.
Off into London's streets looking for another gown. She had 50,00 dollars in her purse. She passed the art gallery. Rogue was always so fawned of art work and such. Passing the art gallery was a sign with a picture of a huge ship liner init. The bright red caught Rogue's attention.
"Saturday April 24 on the docks in front of London's train station
7:00 pm sharp the RMS Aurora will be leaving from Europe to arrive in New York's
Harbor In America" The sign read.
"This is my chance!" She thought.
"Or should I not?" She thought again.
Rogue had always had a fear of any type of ocean liner. Ger great great grandmother sailed on the so called unsinkable RMS Titanic back in 1912 and she had met her true love Jack Dawson and lost him on the Titanic. He froze to death in the water to save Her great great grandmother from dying and sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic just like the ship.
Rogue's great great grandmother Rose changed her last name to Jack's to get away from the high society life.
But some how her step daughter got back into the swing of high society life.
Rogue's great grandfather ended up being Jack's baby even though he never got to see him or raise him.
Rogue's great great grandmother was the only one Rogue could ever talk to and to go through losing someone she had fallen in love with at first sight and lost then in a matter of meeting them was terrible. Rogue could tell it effected her.