April 10, 1912 (Wednesday)

It was a great day for the departure of the Titanic. The weather was nice, clear and fair. Many people were already in line to board the ship, but there were still hundreds standing in the crowds. Some of them were actual passengers and some were their families who came to say goodbye. Most non-passengers were just there to witness the great ship that everyone was talking about finally taking off, which explained the large crowd forming by the harbor. People were running around busily and the area was extremely noisy from the sounds of people yelling over each other, automobiles honking, and the additional background noises caused by the grand ship coming to life.

"Who on earth are you looking for?" Mrs. Reynolds asked and her daughter snapped her head towards her direction.

"Oh, I'm just observing the ship," Amelia told a lie. In fact, she was looking for someone, but she wouldn't tell her mother who it was. She couldn't tell anyone. She knew that if she did, her family would be extremely disappointed and angry with her. They would probably disown her and she wasn't sure if she was prepared for that. She was aware that if she ever went against her family's wishes, they would be sure to make her life become a misery.

"Well, stop observing it. The way you stare is very unladylike," her mother continued to say with a frown. "And what is with that glum look on your face? Are you still upset about leaving that filthy dog of yours?"

The "filthy dog" that Mrs. Reynolds was talking about was the French Bulldog Amelia had seen wandering around on the streets during her stay in England. The moment she saw the poor ball of fluff limping as he walked, she had decided to bring him home with her. She had found a special place in her heart for him. She named him Deacon and over the past eight months, she had grown to love him. When Amelia had found out that she would be boarding the Titanic, she had thought she would be taking Deacon home with her. She was wrong. Mrs. Reynolds had forced her to leave him in England. Amelia made sure to search around and give him to a caring family so she had nothing to worry about, but she still missed him terribly.

"Deacon was not filthy, mother."

Mrs. Reynolds scoffed. "You found him out on the streets. That dog is equivalent to scum."

Amelia fought the urge to talk back to her mother by keeping her mouth shut.

"So stop thinking about it and move on. Oh, and put on your hat! Imagine what people would think if your skin was touched by sunlight. You are the daughter of the wealthiest man in America. You mustn't forget that."

Amelia understood what her mother was saying. Women who were rich were supposed to stay pale. It defined what people considered beauty. They were supposed to stay behind the shade at all times and this separated them from the women who had tan skin due to working long hours under harsh conditions.

Amelia looked at the large white hat that she despised so much. For once she wanted to experience what it felt like to feel the warm sun on her skin, but she knew that today was not the day for that. Her dark colored hair seemed to absorb the heat faster than usual and she felt her head slowly getting warmer. This didn't make it any easier to be wearing the long thick dress that she had on. It was obviously pretty and this was proven by how many women had been eyeing her dress with jealousy. It made sense since it had been designed by a famous fashion artist in France. Amelia loved trying on new clothes, but sometimes she wished she could wear something simple. She wanted to live like other normal people. She wanted to have fun doing outdoor activities and she wanted to be able to stop caring about what other people thought of her. People in the lower class always thought the rich had everything including happiness, but this wasn't true. Not for Amelia anyway. She wished at certain times in her life that she hadn't been born under such a wealthy household. She had no freedom. She was trained to be someone and that person was not the real her.

The heat was slowly starting to affect her state of mind and she finally decided that maybe it was a good idea to put on the hat. After a moment of hesitation, she did. "I'm sorry, mother," Amelia replied as she adjusted the hat on her head. She wasn't even sure if she meant what she said anymore. Apologizing seemed to be something she did many times every day. She had to be a well mannered girl. She was taught to be that way, to bite her tongue and stay quiet even if she disagreed with something that was said. She wasn't allowed to say whatever she wanted and she certainly wasn't allowed to do whatever she wanted.

"What do you think you are doing, Eleanor? Letting my daughter walk around without properly covering herself from the sun?"

"I apologize, madam," the blonde haired maid named Eleanor whom the Reynolds had hired during their stay in England, spoke in her usual timid voice. Her eyes showed nervousness as if the snarky woman would fire her there and then. Eleanor had no reason to worry though. Amelia would never let that happen. Out of all of the maids the Reynolds had hired over the years, Eleanor was Amelia's favorite and she was still her favorite out of the three they currently had. The other two maids Lucy and Mary were younger than Eleanor so they were closer to Amelia's age, but they seemed to be only focused on work and money. They didn't bother to get to know her or try to be friends with her. On the other hand, the twenty-three year old maid, Eleanor was nice and eager to help Amelia with whatever she needed. If her mother would've allowed it, Amelia knew that she would want to be close friends with her. However, that was impossible.

"Mother, don't blame her," Amelia started to say. "It was my fault-"

"I am sorry. It won't happen again," Eleanor interrupted not allowing Amelia to take the fault on her behalf.

Mrs. Reynolds shook her head in disapproval, but she quickly hid her expression when Phillip, Amelia's future husband approached the Reynolds family.

"What do you think?" he asked with a large grin. "It's a great ship, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Mrs. Reynolds nodded with a smile.

Boarding the Titanic and returning to America was something the woman was looking forward to because it meant that her youngest daughter would finally get married and also to one of the richest American men. Phillip Carter was only twenty-two years old, but he was already very successful. He was so successful that he had gone to England to spread his business into more locations. However, Amelia didn't believe in his success since he had not achieved it on his own. He was not smart and he definitely did not have a great business mind. He had only achieved success because his father had passed away a year ago. Due to this, Phillip had been able to inherit tons of money and also a large business. He was lucky to be an only child. He was able to take everything.

Phillip was a good looking young man with facial features that were more boyish than masculine. He attracted women wherever he went and it was no secret that he loved their attention. He loved women. Amelia was aware that he was not the type to settle down with one partner. She knew that he only wanted to marry her to inherit her family's fortunes. A greedy man he was.

Amelia hated every part of Phillip. Whenever she saw his face she wanted to scream in frustration. He appeared kindhearted and pretended like a lovely gentleman on the outside, but he was only acting. He was lying using his warm looking hazel eyes and the rest of his well made face to deceive everyone around him. When Amelia was with him in public, he treated her like she was the only thing he needed in his world. But when they were alone, the monster in him would be released. He treated her like a dog. He was a disgusting man trying to get her into his bed whenever he had the chance. Amelia had never allowed him to take her, but the way he constantly brought up the idea was like he was taunting her with the fact that no matter how hard she tried to get away from him, he would take her innocence sooner or later, especially since they were to be wedded soon. Amelia's heart sank just thinking about her body being violated that way. She was scared. She didn't want to give herself to a man she didn't love, a man who didn't love her. She wanted to get out of the promised marriage, but she had no way out. Well, no good way, which meant she couldn't break the arrangement without causing a scene.

About a few months ago, the Reynolds family had gone to England because Mr. Reynolds had business plans there. The whole family had come, even Amelia's older sister Anna. However, her sister's husband, Daniel had stayed in America. Amelia wasn't surprised to see how her sister didn't appear to be missing her husband even the slightest bit. After all, their marriage hadn't happened out of love. It had been arranged by Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds just like they were arranging Amelia and Phillip's marriage. This was how Anna who was now thirty-four years old had married Daniel Kennedy, a man in his sixties. The age difference added to the reasons why they didn't get along with each other. Their marriage was described by Anna as "lifeless" and "boring." Amelia was pretty sure that this was the only appropriate way of saying that they never had sex anymore and that nothing interesting ever happened between them. They had been married for over fifteen years and they had no children yet.

"Come. This way," Mr. Reynolds said and the rest of his family followed after him towards the ship.

Amelia sighed. "God, please save me," she muttered under her breath as she trudged next to her sister.

Anna gave her a dour look as if she were telling her to shut up. Amelia glanced back at her parents and Phillip. They hadn't heard her speaking, but Anna obviously had which was the reason behind her dark facial expression. Anna saw that her father was having a small chat with an officer who was welcoming the passengers in by the entrance for the first class. Meanwhile, Phillip and her mother were laughing about something funny with two other first class passengers. After seeing this, she decided that since their parents were too preoccupied to notice, this was a good time to talk to her sister regarding her future marriage.

"Be grateful. You should be feeling lucky that you're marrying a man closer to your age," Anna said in a quiet tone so no one else could overhear their conversation.

Amelia's nose crinkled in disagreement when she heard her sister's word choice. "A man? Phillip is not a man. He doesn't behave like one."

"What do you know about men?" Anna asked with a roll of her eyes.

Amelia didn't respond to the rhetorical question. She wanted to say that she did know about men. In fact, she was currently in love with a real man who was so unlike Phillip (in a good way), but of course she stayed quiet. She knew it would not be a wise idea to tell her sister a big secret like that. Anna was a good sister, but sometimes she tried so hard to be perfect in front of their parents that Amelia sometimes doubted her sister's loyalty to her. Amelia suspected that if she told Anna a secret, it would immediately be revealed to her mother, especially if it was a secret like the one Amelia currently had.

About an hour later, Amelia found herself settled inside the large multi-roomed suite inside the Titanic. She had grown up living in a splendid large house and always received the most expensive and best options, but even she felt that it was a waste of money for her, a single person, to be in a suite all on her own. She would've been fine in one of the one-roomed cabins, but of course her father wouldn't allow that. Once again, it was all about the reputation. What would other people think if the Reynolds didn't sleep in the first class suites? Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds would have said that people would think that they were going "bankrupt." Amelia couldn't understand this process of thinking. Her parents were judgmental, yet always concerned about how other people looked at them when they were the ones whom people feared. It was a mystery how Amelia had not become a spoiled brat under the care of her overly prosperous parents. Perhaps she had seen her older sister growing up and decided she didn't want to be like her. She didn't want to pretend like she was superior over others just because she was rich.

Amelia sat down on the corner of her bed and opened her journal that she brought with her everywhere. It was important for her to write in it daily about where she went and what she did. She enjoyed writing and also reading. They were the two things she did the most. Between the pages of her journal, there were a few envelopes stuffed inside. She pulled out the most recent letter that she had gotten from a special someone and read it over again.

Dear Miss Reynolds,

It is an honor to be one of the officers on the ship that you will be aboard on. I am happy to hear that you miss me already. I look forward to seeing you soon on the Titanic.

Thank you for the birthday wish. Your letter arrived perfectly on time which is good, but I do not think I feel so happy about turning thirty-eight.

Yours truly, Charles Lightoller

March 30, 1912

Amelia chuckled as her eyes skimmed over the part about his birthday. She wanted to assure him when she met him in person that he did not look his age at all. He was still young. Overall, his letter was short and concise, but that was all right. His words were still sweet and she could feel his emotions through his writing. He was genuinely happy and anticipating seeing her again. Amelia smiled widely with joy just thinking about seeing Charles' face. She had only seen him once, yet the image of him inside her head was still clear as the day she first met him. She could never forget that handsome face of his.

Eleanor had been the one to introduce her to him. She was married to a man named Harold Lowe who unfortunately did not come home often because of his job at sea. One day when Amelia had gone out with Eleanor to the market, she had allowed Eleanor to visit her husband by the harbor. Mr. Lowe was a young man in his late twenties. He seemed to be tremendously in love with Eleanor and Amelia wondered if she would ever find someone who would love her like that. She didn't believe she would knowing that her parents were arranging a marriage for her with a man she barely knew.

While Eleanor had introduced Amelia to her husband, she had also introduced her to a man named Charles Lightoller who worked on the same ship as Mr. Lowe although Mr. Lightoller was higher ranked than him. When Amelia glanced into Mr. Lightoller's clear blue eyes, it felt like a jolt of electricity had run through her spine. It was then she knew that she had experienced love at first sight. She had so often heard about it, but hadn't believed it was possible until she felt it happening the second she laid her eyes on the gorgeous and charismatic man. Eleanor had later revealed to Amelia that he was thirty-seven, older than Amelia by eighteen years, but that didn't matter to her. He was a wonderful gentleman. He had an aura that was tough, authoritative, and serious, but from observing him, she knew that he could also be gentle and lighthearted when necessary. She had heard from Eleanor that he was known to be quite the prankster and this made her like him even more. Amelia didn't know what it was, but every little detail she noticed about him attracted her.

Mr. Lightoller and Amelia had decided after only a few minutes of speaking to each other that they wanted to keep in touch, even if it meant through letters. Neither of them knew where it would lead them. They were from completely opposite worlds. Mr. Lightoller was often away across the ocean with a job that did not pay much and Amelia was a daughter of one of the wealthiest men alive. However, they had one thing in common: the two needed company. Exchanging letters solved that issue. Writing to each other had helped them stay busy and gave them something to look forward to as they lived their daily lives. The process of sending and receiving letters wasn't scandalous at first, but it had become exactly that when Amelia had found out after a few weeks of writing letters that she was to be married to Phillip Carter. Mr. Lightoller didn't know about her engagement, but that was because she wasn't sure if she was supposed to tell him. And if she was, she didn't know how to tell him. Her mind became clouded with stress as she began worrying what would happen when he saw her with Phillip on the ship. How would he react? She was hesitant to find out.

A knocking sound startled Amelia for a brief moment. "Miss?" A familiar voice could be heard from outside her door. It was Eleanor.

"One moment," Amelia called as she stuffed the letter back into her journal and hid it under her pillow. She quickly made her way to the door and opened it. "Eleanor, I asked you to call me by my first name. We're close enough for that, don't you think?" she asked with a grin.

"Yes, that's true but I don't think Mrs. Reynolds would like hearing that."

Amelia sighed. "You're right. But if you want, you can call me Amelia when it's just the two of us."

Eleanor nodded and smiled. She was grateful to have someone in the first class actually treating her like a human being. She suddenly reminded herself the reason for her coming to Amelia's Suite when she heard the shifting of high heels from beside her. "Oh! Miss-I mean, Amelia. Rose is here to see you," she said and that was when Amelia noticed the girl standing behind Eleanor. It only took her a second to recognize who the curly red haired girl was.

"Rose!" Amelia exclaimed with excitement. "Oh God, I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much," Rose replied as she stepped closer to hug her long time friend.

Rose was the daughter of Ruth DeWitt Bukater. Mrs. Bukater and Mrs. Reynolds were good friends as they had been in the same elite society when they were younger. Their daughters Rose and Amelia had built fond memories playing together a few times a year during their early childhood and hadn't seen each other since Rose had moved to England when she was thirteen. Finally, they were reunited and it felt strange to both girls seeing each other all grown up. Rose was now seventeen and Amelia was nineteen. The two were both engaged and were to be wedded soon. How time passed so quickly they would never understand.

"Would you like to come see the new paintings in my room?" Rose asked.

"Yes. That sounds nice," Amelia nodded with a smile. Her friend hadn't changed the slightest bit. She was still passionate about the appreciation of art.

The two women stepped back into the first class corridor and walked towards Rose's cabin. Eleanor had wanted to stay in Amelia's suite and help organize her wardrobe, but Amelia had decided against it. She had instead told her to go visit Mr. Lowe on the ship. They hadn't seen each other for weeks and she knew that they needed to spend time together.

"So your maid is married to an officer on this ship?" Rose asked.

"Yes," Amelia nodded.

"Wait a second. Isn't she and her husband both British?"

"Yes, they are."

"Then what will she do when the Titanic's voyage is over? She can't be separated from her husband by living in America," Rose said with concern.

"Of course not. That's why this will be the last week she is working for our family," Amelia explained. "She will be heading back to England with her husband after the journey. You see, she found out about two months ago that she's pregnant so her husband wants her to stop working from now on and stay home to take care of her health in the coming months."

"She's pregnant?" Rose smiled. "I'm happy for her. She seems to have married the right man from what I'm hearing."

Amelia agreed. "It seems so. Speaking of marriage, I heard you're engaged to Caledon Hockley."

Rose tried her best to keep smiling, but Amelia noticed the smallest change from the faltering of her expression. "Yes, I am engaged to him. Cal is actually in my suite right now. I can introduce you to him."

Poor Rose, Amelia thought to herself when she realized that she wasn't the only one being forced into a marriage.

"I heard from my mother that you are engaged as well...To Phillip Carter, right? Is he also on this ship?"

"He is," Amelia nodded. "I'm sure you'll see him soon."

Rose and Amelia both knew that they weren't telling each other everything. They were holding in their thoughts and feelings. Both girls were feeling helpless and didn't want to get married, but they had no choice. They were both unhappy about it, but neither of them decided to speak out.

Rose gave her friend a small smile before leading her into the open door where the staff for the first class entered and exited almost every ten seconds. Amelia walked in after Rose and noticed the large paintings being placed all over the suite.

"Rose. I see you're back with your friend," a dark haired man smiled brightly with his perfect teeth. Something about the way he spoke immediately revealed that he was an arrogant man. There was no surprise there. It was common to see when it came to rich folks.

"Cal, this is Amelia Reynolds. Amelia, this is Caledon Hockley," Rose introduced the two.

"Perhaps you've heard of me," Rose's fiance said as he stepped forward. "Please, call me Cal."

Oh, great. Another cocky bastard. Amelia disliked the man, but did not show her disgust. Instead she gave him a polite smile. "Will do," she replied sweetly.

After spending time in Rose's suite, Amelia couldn't believe that her friend was supposed to get married to Cal. He was so different from Rose and Amelia noticed this the moment he started complaining about the finger paintings placed around the room. He obviously didn't care about art as much as Rose did and that was already the start to a bad relationship. It was like he was oblivious to what Rose wanted. He was quite the ignorant man no matter how much money he had.

The main thing about Cal that Amelia was bothered by was how controlling he was. He didn't allow Rose to speak for herself and that made Amelia angry. She knew her friend was not the type to sit by and act submissively. The girl was intelligent and could have a fiery temper, which was one of the traits that Amelia had admired. It was what made Rose Rose. However, with Cal around it seemed as if Rose was stuck in a small cage. She couldn't do anything. Amelia wondered how much longer Rose would last before she exploded in some sort of way. She wasn't sure how, but knowing Rose, Amelia knew that something bad was ought to happen soon. Watching the two people bicker with one another foreshadowed her suspicions.

When evening came, Amelia found herself sitting with Rose, Cal, Mrs. Bukater, her parents, sister, and fiance in the fancy dining saloon. It sickened her to watch the same type of boring conversations taking place. They would either be boasting about what they had done over the past few weeks or they would be gossiping about the people they claimed were their friends. As Amelia quietly ate her dinner and listened to the conversations around her, she wondered if Mrs. Bukater and her mother were even truly friends. Their niceness seemed to be only an act. Actually, this seemed to be what she noticed with the majority of the first class passengers. They smiled and looked delighted to meet each other, but they probably said horrible things behind their backs.

Amelia preferred seeing the lower class people talking to each other. They were real. They didn't pretend at all. They never hid their feelings and spoke out when necessary. They interacted with each other in a different way from the people who had money. It was interesting to see since Amelia had grown up with people who were of higher power and believed they were of importance.

"Oh, Ruth. I can't believe Rose is already seventeen and she's getting married soon!" Mrs. Reynolds said with a wide smile on her face. Once again, Amelia couldn't tell if the smile was real or not.

"The same goes for Amelia," Mrs. Bukater said as she gave a knowing look to her old friend. "I sure hope you will invite me to the wedding."

"Of course we will," Mrs. Reynolds replied as if it was her who was getting married and not her daughter. "But only if you invite us to Rose's wedding."

The whole table laughed except for the two young girls who were being sent off to unwilling marriages. Amelia shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she silently prayed for the dinner to be over as soon as possible. She couldn't stand being next to Phillip for another second. His hands kept sliding onto her lap from under the table and Amelia felt like she was being invaded. She wanted to glare at him and slap his hand away, but she knew that everyone's attention would be turned towards her and she didn't want that. It would be so embarrassing. She was a pure girl and she felt humiliated by Phillip's touch, but she didn't know what to do about it. She was powerless when it came to him. She felt pathetic.

"So Phillip. What is it that you admire the most about Amelia?" Rose asked randomly. Mrs. Bukater was surprised to witness her daughter asking something appropriate for once. The girl was starting to show signs of rebellion and the woman was beginning to worry. If only she knew that her daughter wasn't trying to be appropriate at all. Instead, she was trying to irritate Phillip by getting on his nerves. The question she asked didn't seem to affect him too much to Rose's dismay.

He flashed a big smile. Amelia couldn't help but get annoyed when she noticed how her parents and Mrs. Bukater were looking at him in awe. Yes, he was handsome, but because Amelia knew what he was like behind closed doors, she couldn't see the good in him anymore. How handsome he was made Amelia angry. Why had God given a horrible human being such great looks? It didn't make sense at all. It just wasn't right.

"I have to admit," Phillip began to say as he smoothed his brown hair back. It was something Amelia noted he did often, especially when he was getting ready to tell a lie. "I admire Amelia's elegance. She is a pleasant young woman to be around." He looked at his fiance for a few seconds before putting his hand on top of hers.

Amelia would have flinched at the touch, but having everyone at the table's eyes on her helped her suppress the urge. She froze in her seat feeling uncomfortable and also annoyed. Her parents on the other hand, reacted differently. They beamed with happiness at the right choice of words their future son-in-law chose. However, Amelia knew Phillip was lying. Of course he was. She was sure that the only thing he liked about her was how quiet she was around him. He hated women who were talkative. He was a brainless man and the only way he felt powerful was when women were submissive around him. He would probably have gone crazy if his fiance had been Rose instead of her. Amelia wished she could be more like Rose, but she just couldn't. She was unlike her youthful and spirited friend who was tough enough to attack a man on her own. Amelia was feminine and sensitive. She wasn't good at fending for herself and she shed tears quite easily, which was something she wished she could control. Crying was annoying. It never helped her win during arguments. She hoped that from spending more time with Rose on the ship, she would learn to become a little bolder.

"Oh, Phillip. I am so thankful that you adore our daughter so much," Mrs. Reynolds said with glee.

Amelia watched Rose from the corner of her eye. Her friend looked very displeased by Phillip's answer. It had been completely soulless, but no one else seemed to have noticed it except for the two young women. As Cal began to prepare to begin speaking about himself to turn the attention back onto him, he lost his chance because the most important person on the ship came forward to the table.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. I am Captain Edward Smith," a man appearing in his sixties introduced himself. He had a large white beard covering almost half of his face. "And this here is First Officer William Murdoch." He introduced a younger man who appeared to be in his late thirties. He was cleanly shaven and the smile he gave showed how genuine of a person he was. Both men were wearing their black uniforms and they looked very professional. Amelia began to wonder what Mr. Lightoller was doing at that exact moment. Was he doing well? How did he look in uniform? Was he looking out for her? Did he want to see her? He was probably working on shift. She wanted to forget about everyone else at the table and ask the Captain about Mr. Lightoller, but of course she didn't. That would have caused quite the scandal.

Amelia realized that the two men were going around to say their greetings to the passengers. It was nice of them.

"We hope you are enjoying the trip so far," Mr. Murdoch said and his Scottish accent slipped through letting everyone know what location he was from.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Reynolds nodded eagerly. "It is lovely of you to be talking to the passengers. Thank you for all that you do."

"We are happy to have you all with us," Mr. Smith said with a nod. "Enjoy your dinner."

Everyone at the table nodded back with smiles. As the two members of the crew left the table, Cal began to tell the table what he knew about the Titanic. He looked very excited to show off his knowledge and Amelia wished she could roll her eyes at him right there and then. She instead turned away and her eyes landed on her sister who was sitting across from her. She was staring towards her right. Amelia shifted her gaze to see who or what she was looking at. Her eyes landed on the Scottish man, Mr. Murdoch.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" Anna let herself go and moaned loudly as the man thrusted into her. It had been a while since she had sex. This was the first time she was doing such an intimate act with someone other than her husband. She felt guilty, but she was lonely and she needed this. Daniel would never find out. Being on the Titanic was the perfect time for her to be having a fling. She had lots of time on her own without eyes constantly on her watching her every move.

"Good night," Amelia said as she gave Rose a tight hug.

"Night," Rose replied with a forced smile. She was glad to have her friend on the ship with her, but it made it even more difficult to make her decision. She had been feeling extremely depressed ever since she got engaged to Cal and she was starting to wonder if it would be better for her to not exist in the world anymore. She was frightened to do what she planned, but she didn't say a word to her friend. Amelia didn't need to know. If she found out, she would stop her.

After eating dinner, Amelia had gone to Rose's room and spent about an hour doing nothing but chatting and catching up. They wanted to stay up longer and talk more, but neither of them could deny how sleepy they were. This was why they had decided to end things for the night.

Amelia tried to keep her eyes open as her sight began to blur due to drowsiness. She walked down the long corridor trying to make her way back to her bedroom in a quick speed. She was ungrateful to be wearing high heels. With how tired she was, being in heels made the simple act of walking so difficult. All she could think about was entering her suite and throwing herself onto her bed. She so desperately wanted to sleep. As she passed by one of the rooms, she began hearing light thumping noises. They were very faint, but they could still be heard through the door. Seconds later, she heard moaning from a woman. They were loud moans.

Amelia's face grew hot and she knew that if she saw herself in the mirror right then, she would've appeared red like a tomato. She had never in her whole life heard such lecherous noises, but she didn't have to be told to know what kind of sounds they were. She started wondering what kind of scandalous people were out of their minds to be making love so loudly when there was a high chance that they could be heard by others. Her eyes drifted to the room number and her eyes grew even wider. Amelia was mortified. The inappropriate noises were coming from her sister's room! Her sister, a married woman, was having sex with an unknown man on the ship. What in the world was she thinking? What was she doing? Amelia couldn't believe it. She understood that Anna didn't love her husband, but this was bad. If Anna wasn't married, maybe Amelia would have felt a little more understanding, but she was married. This couldn't be happening.

From a few feet away, a woman's footsteps made distinct noises and they gradually grew louder. Suddenly, Mrs. Reynolds turned the corner of the corridor. It was her who was walking her way. Amelia began panicking. What was she to do?

Before Mrs. Reynolds could notice her standing in the same spot without moving in an inch, Amelia came up with a plan inside her head. She began walking in a fast manner towards the woman who was so oblivious to what was going on inside her eldest daughter's room.

"Mother. What are you doing here?" Amelia asked with a smile on her face.

Mrs. Reynolds was glad to see her daughter with a happy expression on her face. It was a rare sight to see. "I'm here to check on your sister. After doing that, I was going to bring you out of Rose's room if you were still in there. It's getting late, close to midnight."

"Oh, I see," Amelia nodded. "Well, I came out of Rose's room a few minutes ago and then I went into Anna's room. You don't have to check on her. She's okay. She's actually fast asleep. She must have been tired from waking up so early."

One of Mrs. Reynolds' eyebrows raised up. "You were in her room? What for?" she asked because watching her two daughters getting along with each other wasn't something she saw everyday.

"We just talked about...preparing for marriage and things like that, you know?"

"Oh, honey. Are you nervous? Don't be! Phillip is a nice man. He'll take good care of you," Mrs. Reynolds said. "If you need another person to talk to, I'm here for you."

You're only here for me when it's something that concerns you, Amelia thought bitterly.

Mrs. Reynolds wrapped an arm around her daughter and pulled her in the direction of her room to walk her there. Amelia let out a silent sigh in relief as her mother began to go on and on about how happy she would be as the future Mrs. Carter. The young Reynolds could care less. She only had one thing on her mind.

Anna.

She had no clue as to who the man in her sister's room was, but she was determined to find out. She was going to confront Anna about it the next day.

Author's Note: Hello, readers! I recently watched Titanic after not doing so since I was in elementary school so after watching it, I had the sudden urge to write a story on it. I obviously do not know what the people on the Titanic were like, but I portrayed them combining the movie's portrayal and also by researching a little on my own so please do NOT get offended if you don't agree with the way they are portrayed in my story. Remember, this is only a fanfic and I apologize if there are any historical inaccuracies. I am not a professional writer and I don't have a degree in history…lol, but I tried my best to write it in a way that feels "right" so hopefully that makes things a little better.

I really wanted to make my original character and her family members to be written and described in a way that made them appear as if they actually existed so I tried my best to make this fanfic as realistic as I could! I didn't want my character to be exactly like Rose and I also didn't want to make her a Mary Sue so hopefully I was able to accomplish creating a different type of character that you all will like!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new fanfic. Thanks for checking it out and if you liked this first chapter, please leave a review asking for more! It'll totally make my day!

Also, if you find any spelling/grammar issues, please let me know! It is important for me to write as professionally as I can! Let me know if you have any suggestions or ideas for the storyline!

-Jane