A/N: I actually wrote this a while ago, but forgot to post it! Sorry and please R&R!

Maddie's POV:

As soon as we were out of earshot of James, Mackenzie asked, "Who was that?"

I smiled down at the floor before answering, "That was James. James Milton."

Mackenzie smirked, and continued on with her questioning. "And? Do you like him?"

I rolled my eyes, and looked at her. "Did it look like I liked him?"

She immediately covered her mouth with her hands, and squealed into them. "Maddie! You do like him!"

I laughed along with her, and said, "I know! Except there's just one little flaw."

This time Mackenzie just looked at me sternly, and she questioned, "What?"

"I don't know if I'll end up regret telling you this but...he's riding third class."

Mackenzie threw her hands up in the air, and exclaimed, "Maddie! You know that you can't…"

I cut her off before she could remind me again. "I know, but I'll try to make it work, okay?"

"Alright, but I'm just warning you that your dance instructor may possibly find out."

"Well, I'm willing to take that risk. I think James may be worth it."

Mackenzie laughed one last time, and then she took my hand, and we made our way down to the dining room.

I had yet another chance to walk down the Grand Staircase, and this time was almost just as magnificent as the first, except I already knew what to expect. And before I descended down the last step, I glanced one last time at the clock ticking behind me, and I smiled, for this voyage was already so spectacular that I couldn't even imagine how the rest would unwind.

As we walked into the first class dining room, I noticed that everyone was dressed as if they were attending a medieval ball. The dresses that women had on were breathtaking; some in a good way, and others not. The men all wore a tuxedo, whether it was black and white, pinstriped, or all white; they were definitely polished from head to toe.

I glanced over at Mackenzie, who was definitely dressed to impress in her black and gold dress, with pearls sewn on in scattered areas of the dress. She must've seen the shock on my face, for she leaned over to me, and whispered, "See? I told you."

I glared over at her, and laughed just a bit before changing the subject to, "Any idea where our table is?"

"Nope. Well, I guess we should just check at the pedestal up there?"

Mackenzie answered with "Sure."

We made our way up to the man standing behind the pedestal, and he immediately inquired, "Names?"

"Uh Madison and Mackenzie Ziegler," I answered, wishing that I didn't stutter at the beginning of the phrase.

"You'll be seated at table number thirty one," he said as he pointed to the far wall.

"Thank you," I said to him as Mackenzie and I made our way across the room.

At the table, there were already a couple, a single woman, and a single man.

Mackenzie and I claim the seats between the two singles, and we introduce ourselves.

Almost immediately after I finished my introduction, he reached across Mackenzie's lap and shook my hand, then hers, and introduced himself as Rodger Andrade. Then the couple sitting across from us said that they were Margaret and Johnathon Sinclair, then finally the woman sitting next to me said that she was Twila McDermott, and she must've thought that we were scum, for she didn't even try to shake our hands.

After a few more minutes of chatting mostly with Rodger, another couple showed up, and went around to everyone, shaking each one of their hands, introducing themselves as Adrian and Nicholas Coffman. At last, the last seat was claimed by a Noelle Winston, who yet again, shook everyone's hand, and was very outgoing like Rodger, Adrian, and Nicolas. I'm honestly not sure how this dinner is going to unfold, for we have very different personalities sitting around this circular table.