A/N: This is the 1st of 2 or 3 chapters that will build the bases for my story by explaining Cal and Rose's relationship prior to their voyage on Titanic.
Chapter One
Bitter Sweet Dreams
There was a rustle of sheets that cut through the April night's silence. With Roses sweet somber disturbed the figure whispered gently into her waiting ear, "Good night Sweet Pea." It was his all to familiar cooing that often woke her rest. So liquid in it's tone it seemed to almost pour over her with warm rays like that of early summer's. His fidgeting ceased and came to a final close in the form of a shutting door.
It was there 11th night in Europe and they were now in old Paris for a few days. Rose had found it all to be no different then what they had left in Philadelphia with the usual social anxieties. Perhaps a change of scenery, but no different. She had failed to convince Cal to put business aside and enjoy the scenery. Not that she had meant the landscape mind you.
She often found herself pulling him away to share a few precious moments they had left of their engagement. However, stolen kisses and random rendezvous in quaint bistros weren't enough for her anymore. She was growing cold and distant in her solitude. It had all become an uncontrollable whirl of social pages and wedding plans that were splitting them apart.
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