Here is my much awaited 2nd chapter, almost twice as long as the first. thx for the advice ppl! oh, and here's my disclaimer thingy: I don't own Titanic, except in that dream I once had...
Also, I'm gonna submit the next chapter really really soon!
For the next few days, Rose lived life contained inside the four walls of her Carpathia suite, not wishing to face the outside world.
The few times she did come down to breakfast, she was met with cold stares. She wasn't really sure why, until she heard two women
talking at tea time.
"Oh look," said one, "That Dewitt Bukater girl!"
"Isn't she the one who tried to run off with a third-class boy?" asked the other, glancing sideways at Rose
"Yes, I believe so. Well, it's a good thing she didn't succeed. Her family needs that Hockley man right now."
"Why?"
"Rumor has it," she lowered her voice, "The money all ran out when the father died. The girl is the only card left to play."
Upon hearing this, Rose was completely shocked. So now she was just a pawn in a financial scheme? So the fact that she had fallen in
love meant nothing? She didn't leave her room often after that. She just stayed in bed, listening to Ruth lecture her on reputation;
what would people think when the beautiful Rose Dewitt Bukater just disappeared from society? "Honestly darling," she said, "You
have responsibilities. You're getting married, for god's sakes, and you look like you're being sent to prison! If you really feel so
strongly about this, boy, um, what was his name…" she paused, trying to recall the name that was etched into Rose's heart, "…was it
Jack? Well then invite him to the wedding. Just make sure you dress him up quite adequately, otherwise the guests may suspect
things…" She thought to herself, there was a long silence, and then Rose spoke for what seemed like the first time in days,
"Jack is dead, mother." she said softly, more to herself than anyone else, "I'm sorry, what did you say my dear?" asked Ruth,
"Jack is dead!" shouted Rose, "He's gone mother! It's been days since the Titanic and you haven't even had the heart to ask about
him! All you've cared about is society and reputation!" She was standing up by this point, almost in tears, "Shush darling, shhh."
Ruth said gently, drawing the girl towards her, "It's all right, it will all be alright. You know, when your father died, I felt the exact
same way, but we must move on, and you must marry Cal. He adores you Rose, and we need this marriage to happen." She sighed and
dried her damp eyes with a handkerchief, changing back into her normal, sophisticated self, "Well then, look at the time! Why don't
you get something nicer on, and I'll meet you down in the dining room for dinner. Cal will be so excited to see you!" and with that,
she hastened to her room.
Rose strode towards the closet to find a dress. She was rummaging through brand new shiny gowns when one caught her eye. It was
a pale, flowing, pink dress-the one she had been wearing when the ship sunk. It was completely dried out and cleaned now, but it
was the only dress that seemed rightfully hers. She reached for it, and felt a hand grab her wrist. She pushed aside all of the dresses,
and looked up to see her captor. No, it couldn't be, "Jack?" she screamed, right before fainting.