A young woman with dark medium-length locks, waited at almost the very end of the line on the wooden ramp that would take her to her new life. She was happy not to be the very last on board, for five people stood behind her. She wore her nicest outfit. Layered skirts, a white blouse,with her worn leather shoes. In one hand she held her enormous leather suitcase, and in the other her ticket for the "unsinkable" ship. After going through all the procedures for a normal third class woman, she finally walked up the ramp and turned to a handsome officer. He sent her a genuine grin after going over her ticket.
"I hope you enjoy the voyage Miss Isolde Eiry Conway," he said while gently handing back the ticket, their hands brushing for a moment.
"Thank you Officer-" she began without knowing his name.
"Lowe," he said with a smile, "I hope to see you on board later," he added with a whisper.
Isolde only blushed and hurried on her way. She did not realize that the handsome officer had turned to follow her with his eyes. He was brought back to reality when an upset passenger impatiently stood there with a ticket held outto go on board.
Meanwhile, Isolde was making her way inside, she looked up to stare in awe at the grand staircase. Her gaze stopped when a rude first class woman knocked her to the ground.
"I'm so sorry Ma'am-" Isolde began to say while picking up the red-headed woman's hat box.
The woman and her company looked down at her with disgust, "I can't believe they let this class on the ship," she sneered to a dark haired man, he snatched the box from her with a malicious glint in his eye.
Isolde stood with an open mouth at the response, they talked at her as if she wasn't there, "I'll have you know-," she began angrily, but the group turned away.
Isoldesadly shut her mouth and moved a curled lock behind her ear. She knelt down to pick up her belongings, the suit case managed to snap open in the fall. She gently muttered to herself angrily when someone knelt before her. Isolde's head snapped up to see Officer Lowe. Her mouth formed a small 'o' as he handed her a book. She quickly snapped the case shut and stood, but tripped over her own skirt. Lowe laughed and put a hand on her waiste to help her up. She blushed and smoothed her skirt.
"I'm sorry about them," Lowe said with apology.
"It's not your fault," Isolde said, "It's not like they're under your charge."
"Well," Lowe said changing the subject, "If I may, I'll show you to your quarters."
He gently took the suitcase from her hand and placed one of his own on her back. She smiled up at him, "Thank you officer."
"No, that's too formal Miss," he said while quickly down at her, "Call me Harold."
"Well, if you insist," Isolde began slowly, "But then, you cannot be calling me 'Miss' all the time. Just Isolde."
"No Eiry?" he inquired as they headed down the lift to E Deck.
"Goodness no," she said with a bell-like laugh as they stepped off into a crowded hallway of her fellow class.
He tried to reply, but the buzzing of many languages filled their ears. Harold gently took a hand off her back and grabbed her hand. He pulled her down seven twists and turns before stopping infront of a white door, still freshly smelling of paint. He looked down at her and handed her the case, in the nearly empty hall.
"I hope to see you soon, Isolde," he said in a softly accented voice.
"Maybe on deck," she said with a smile, her accent much stronger.
"I'm off at night from eight to eleven," he added in a whisper, in case anyone over heard, "I expect to see you at the stern-"
"Around 10:30 tonignt," she finished.
Harold nodded and quickly turned, "Duty calls," he said while walking down the hallway.
Isolde sighed and leant against the white door. Was this what love felt like?
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Should I continue? Please review, with 3C's (comments, concerns, constructive critiscm) Thanks!