So here is chapter 4. Hope you all enjoy. The story really starts to come together in this chapter. Reviews are more than welcome.

Chapter 4

It was getting into late afternoon onboard the ship. Patricia was still exploring her suite when she was greeted by a maid who introduced herself as Amy. The moment Patricia saw her she couldn't believe it, it was her friend Linda from school.

'Linda, oh my gosh! What are you doing here?'

The maid looked confused.

'Miss Patricia, my name is Amy why did you call me Linda?'

'Because that's who you are, my friend, remember we went shopping last week. You put some new pictures of me on Instagram. Don't you remember.' Patricia cried.

The maid looked lost. 'I've never seen you before. You do talk funny Miss if you don't mind me saying. What it Instagram? I've never heard of it.'

'But you must remember, surely?' Patricia went all quiet and was beginning to think she was losing her mind. Amy looked exactly like Linda, but for some reason was a completely different person. There was no point keeping on, it was just making her look stupid. She gave up.

'Amy, forgive me. I've not been feeling myself lately.'

Amy smiled at her. 'It's alright Miss, I know the sea can make people feel strange. You are not feeling sea sick are you. I can get you some tea if you like.'

'No thank you, Amy. I shall be fine.'

Amy was to be Patricia's personal maid throughout the journey. In a way Patricia was grateful to have her as it was someone to talk to and keep her company. She might have looked exactly like her friend from the future and in a way she was glad of that. Sure it was extremely weird, but it sort of reminded her of home and gave her that confidence she needed in a world that wasn't hers. Back in 2016 she had many friends, here she had none.

Later, Amy was helping Patricia into one of her many dresses. She had no idea how she came upon such a lovely looking dress, it was all a mystery to her. Tonight Patricia was wearing a long low cut deep red gown. Diamonds and other jewels were sewn into it. It made Patricia shine, especially when she put on her necklace and earrings.

Patricia had never worn a corset in her life before and the moment Amy started to tighten to strings she cried out in pain.

'I can't breathe Amy.' Patricia gasped and was now forced to hold onto the four poster. It took all of her strength not to collapse. Amy continued to tighten the corset. 'But Miss don't you want to look nice for dinner later.'

'Of course I do, but it's just so uncomfortable.' Patricia wasn't used to wearing corsets, the feeling was completely new and it wasn't getting any easier. When she was finally finished Patricia sat down in front of the vanity and inwardly groaned, putting her head on the dressing table in front, before looking at Amy.

'Must I go to dinner, I'd much rather stay here all night.' Patricia pleaded.

'Miss Patricia, you can't stay here. You're the guest of honor tonight at dinner.' Amy protested.

'What do you mean guest of honor.' This really confused Patricia. A lost look appearing on her face. 'Amy, who am I.' She sighed.

Amy looked confused. 'But Miss, you're the richest lady on board this ship. You have to go to dinner, everyone is expecting you.'

This made Patricia jump up. This just wasn't possible. Her, Patricia Roberts richest lady on board. Only she wasn't Patricia Roberts but Patricia Manderley a completely different person. Everything was just messed up. She jumped up and marched into the sitting room. Grabbing the bottle of champagne that was on the table, she quickly poured herself a glass before downing it.

'Miss what are you doing?' Amy cried out, worried Patricia would do something stupid.

'I need a drink, one big drink.' At that precise moment Patricia would give anything for some shots.

The champagne sort of calmed her down. She might have felt a bit lightheaded but then decided to go back into the room where Amy was ready to do her hair. Drink still in hand she sat down in front of the mirror again.

'There Miss, it's alright now. Let's start on your hair.'

Patricia just shut up and watched Amy put her long blonde hair up before applying her makeup.

'Now Miss Patricia, you look beautiful.'

'Thanks Amy.' Patricia did have to admit she did look rather nice. Different to usual but still very lovely. It was just the style she wasn't used to.

It was then time to go for dinner. Patricia was still nervous, but not as nervous as before. The champagne had eased her nerves. If she thought the Titanic looked grand earlier on, she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the grand staircase. An older man and woman politely greeted her.

'Good evening Miss Manderley,' they both said. She didn't recognize them but decided to play the polite passenger.

'Good evening,' she said with a smile on her face.

Then up ahead she noticed the gentleman from earlier on. The really good looking one she managed to successfully avoid earlier. Only this time avoiding him was not an option. Patricia was tempted to turn around and go back to her suite. Although she couldn't stop looking at him. He looked even better tonight dressed in his dinner suit. He had noticed her right away and was now coming towards her.

Patricia begin to feel butterflies in her stomach.

'Shit, Patricia snap out of it.' She quietly said to herself, turning her eyes to the floor.

'Ah you must be Patricia Manderley. I must say you are looking exquisite tonight.' He took her gloved hand bringing it to his lips. The moment he did she felt on fire. She had no idea who he was and how he knew her. She just stared into those dark eyes, getting lost in them. They way he spoke to her made her melt.

Then he said in a low voice. 'You are even more beautiful than everyone describes.'

Patricia smiled back at him. 'Why thank you. I don't believe we have met before.'

'Not before tonight, I am Caledon Hockley.'

The moment he said his name a weird feeling came upon her, it was like she had heard his name somewhere before, but couldn't remember where. She had never seen him before in her life. There was something not right about all of this.

His voice brought her back to reality. 'Shall we.' He offered her his arm, she couldn't really say no. To decline would be considered very rude, especially as there were too many people watching.

Cal's Pov

As Cal stood at the grand staircase, his eyes were on the young woman coming towards him. He saw her earlier on that day but hadn't managed to speak to her. He had seen her picture many times. Patricia Manderley only daughter and James and Georgina Manderley, one of England's wealthiest families. Now she had just recently inherited their fortune after her parents untimely death, making Patricia extremely wealthy. He had met James and Georgina at one of their parties. He was hoping he would meet the young Patricia there, but she was away at the time. Of course she was now an eligible young woman and the richest lady onboard the Titanic.

Normal Pov

Patricia was led through to the dining saloon by Cal. Her arm looped through his. He held her quite close. This didn't really bother Patricia that much, it was just dinner, nothing else. In fact she was quite happy to be talking to someone as dining alone wouldn't be that much fun. Patricia decided to make conversation, unsure what to say.

'So Mr Hockley, you seem really eager to meet me.'

'Won't you call me Cal. I was hoping you would be on board. I've been interested to make your acquaintance for some time.' He smiled at her.

Patricia lightly laughed at his comment. 'I've never met someone who wanted to meet me so bad.' It was all she could think of to say.

'It was a shame you were not at your parents ball last year.' She had no idea what he was talking about.

'So, Patricia you must feel really excited to be the richest lady on board the ship. You after all are the guest of honor tonight.'

Patricia remembered what Amy had told her. It was all beyond her.

'Rather good I guess. A girl can't have too much money. Oh look we have arrived already.' Patricia tried to change the subject.

Before she knew it they were at the dining saloon and she began to pull away from Cal's grip.

'You must join our table tonight, I insist.' He said his grip still on her.

Before she had a chance to say no and walk away, Cal led her to a large table that sat at least twelve. He pulled out a chair for her and sat next to her.

'Patricia, darling.' A younger woman approached her. She looked around 18 and was stood next to an older gentleman with a moustache. Patricia knew immediately who they were. It was JJ Astor and his wife Madeleine.

'Madeleine, it's wonderful to see you.' She jumped out of her seat and pulled her into a hug before turning to her husband. 'Good evening JJ, how are you.'

'Very well thank you Patricia. It's good to see you.'

At the table were a number of other people. She recognized Molly Brown, Bruce Ismay, Thomas Andrews and a number of others she didn't. Looking around the room she noticed a couple sitting by themselves. A young dark haired woman was talking to an older gentleman.

Throughout dinner there was plenty of talking, especially about Patricia.

'Say Patricia, you're richest girl on board the ship. That must sure be a good feeling.' Molly Brown started and ended with a bit of laughter.

'Rather wonderful I guess.' The whole table laughed at Patricia's comment.

Patricia took a liking to Molly, she seemed a nice lady, not at all snobby and was quite funny too. Dinner was eleven courses and was very stuffy. It really wasn't Patricia's cup of tea. She would have much preferred to stay in her suite. She was glad when it was almost over and as she got up to go back to her suite, Cal lightly touched her arm, sending a buzz through Patricia. She dared not directly look at him, for fear she wouldn't be able to look away.

'Why is he making me feel like this,' she thought to herself.

''Patricia would you like me to escort you back to your suite. We are located a few doors from each other after all.' He gently pulled her towards him. Patricia noticed how close they now were and finally looked at him.

'It wouldn't make sense for us to both go alone, not after we are so close.' He added.

Patricia didn't know what to make of his comment. She had only just met him, yet there was desire in his voice. 'No it's alright, I'll be fine.' She insisted.

'But how can I allow a beautiful lady such as yourself to walk back unescorted. Patricia.' He held onto her arm in that same possessive like grip.

There was something in the way he said her name, it made her go all funny. Maybe she should accept his offer, he wasn't bad looking and he seemed to like her. She just stared into those dark eyes, not wanting to look away. His offer was tempting.

'No, I'll be fine, really. Goodnight Cal.' She quickly pulled away from him and walked off quickly, not giving him time to respond. She didn't want him to catch up with her either.

'Goodnight. Miss Manderley.' He said staring after her.

As she was near to her suite, she had an uneasy feeling about everything. She could tell when a person fancied her and this Caledon Hockley sure did. She couldn't get attached to someone on board, that would be completely wrong. There was still something about him she couldn't quite place, why did he feel so familiar to her. She couldn't even remember why she was even on the ship, why she had wanted to come back here. Something just wasn't right and she didn't mean the ship sinking.