The next morning found Juliette making her way once again down to third class. She had woken up starving, but instead of dining with the rest of the second class, she felt the urge to dine with friends, and it so happened that all of her friends were down in the third class of the ship. Sure, there was Joesph and his beautiful family, but they were dining with the first class, since they had held first class tickets on the ship that they had originally been booked on. So why not dine with Tommy, Jack, and Fabrizio and the friends she had made down in the steerage party? A part of her also had to admit that she looked forward to seeing Tommy again. Despite her own heartbreak and her reluctance to get into another romance, she found the Irishman quite charming and enjoyed his flirtations.

She arrived on the third class deck just in time. Tommy, Jack, and Fabrizio were already heading for the third class dining area. Spotting her almost immediately, Tommy grinned and waved her over, knowing that she was down there to see him. He left Jack and Fabrizio and jogged up to where she was standing.

"Why good morning, lassie. What a pleasure to see you this beautiful morning," Tommy took off his hat, his brown eyes bright and welcoming.

"Good morning, Mr. Ryan. I had decided to abandon second class once again to come down and spend time with you and your friends. I thought a nice friendly breakfast would be a fine way to start the day."

"Well you are certainly welcomed to join me and the lads. Maybe you can help us talk Jack out of making a fool out of himself," Tommy held his arm out for her to take and led her back over to where his friends were waiting.

"Why would Jack be making a fool out of himself?" she asked, just as she reached Jack and Fabrizio. Fabrizio was saying something in Italian to Jack, who didn't seem too phased. "What's going on?"

"Boy-o here got himself invited to dinner by some swells. One of them being the lass that he had eyes for yesterday. Fabri and I are telling him that it's a mistake to show up. He's a joke to them," Tommy explained, clear worry in his voice.

Juliette found herself touched. Tommy hadn't known Jack for long, but it was clear that he was worried for him and already considered him a friend. To her, that said that Tommy had a good heart. Sadly, she agreed with him. After her run in with high society, it was best for people like Jack to steer clear. The third class were just a form of amusement to the people of high society.

"How did that happen?" Juliette turned to Jack, wanting to hear the story from him.

Jack's smile was beautiful, yet hesitant. He was happy to tell the tale, but Juliette couldn't help but feel that he was holding something back.

"She was leaning over to see the propellers and slipped. I just happened to be there to grab her and pull her back. After a misunderstanding with her jerk of a fiancee, I got invited to dinner. I couldn't refuse...plus I wanted to see her again," the artist blushed.

Juliette chuckled, wondering what the real story was, but decided not to pry. For some reason, Jack felt that he couldn't tell them everything that happened, which was fine. He was probably being a gentleman and protecting the girl's dignity somehow. She just hated to think that this whole thing could be just a joke at Jack's expense. He was one of the kindest people on this ship and didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

"That is some story. But may I suggest that you be careful. I know from experience how...two faced...these high society types can be. They'll smile in your face one minute and be stabbing you in the back the next..."

Tommy listened to Juliette and was reminded of when he had first seen her, on the docks, being talked down to by that lady, who was obviously first class. "I think she knows what she's talking about, boy-o."

Jack nodded. "Thanks for the advice. I will consider what you're saying. You may be right about not going after all...even though..."

"You want to see her again," Juliette guessed.

Jack grinned and nodded. He knew what his friends were saying was probably the case and it was best to just let it go and forget about it, but there was just something about that girl…Rose...something that wouldn't let him just walk away.

"Maybe she is Jack's destinio," Fabrizio shrugged, done with trying to convince his friend not to go to that dinner.

"Destiny? Get out of here," Juliette laughed. She had once believed in things like destiny, but not anymore. Not after Micheal.

Gathering their breakfast for the morning, they all went to a table and sat down to continue their conversation.

"Juliette no believe in destinio?" Fabrizio asked, his brown eyes curious and sad.

Juliette shook her head. "Sorry sweetie. There is no such thing...or at least that has been my experience."

"Oh I don't know, love. I feel like our meeting was destiny. From the moment I saw you on the dock up to now," Tommy smiled, chewing on a piece of bacon.

Juliette just stared at him, wondering where he was going with this. Surely he didn't seriously think there could be more between them, did he? She hoped not. She was done with romance for a while, no matter how cute he may be.

"Destiny or not, I'd like to see her again."

"You and Fabri, always aiming for the impossible. You with your rich girl and Fabri with his Scandinavian goddess. They don't even speak the same language," Tommy chuckled, taking a sip of his milk.

Jack arched a brow and winked at Juliette. "Like you don't aim for girls out of your league."

Juliette had to blush at that as Tommy nearly choked and Fabrizio laughed.

"Juliette is very beautiful, no?" Fabrizio added.

Juliette had no idea that Jack and Fabrizio thought so highly of her. She had to admit, she was flattered. It seemed that this trip was attempting to build up what Micheal allowed his family to tear down and she had to admit, she was flattered.

"Between Tommy constantly flirting and you two, you make a girl feel like one of those ladies in first class," Juliette blushed.

"You have all those lasses beat, love. Even Jack's redhead," Tommy winked at Jack.

"She's not my redhead," Jack chuckled.

"Ah, but you want her to be, don't ya boy-o?"

"I am just curious about her, that's all," Jack opened up his portfolio and pulled a picture out and handed it to Juliette, much to her surprise. "I like drawing pretty girls. Just maybe I'd want to draw her."

Juliette gasped when she looked at what he had given her. A sketch of her and Tommy walking the docks, except the girl in the picture was very pretty. "Jack, this is excellent work...you even made me look pretty."

Jack just smiled. "I only draw what I see."

"And you are quite a lovely lass," Tommy added, taking a look at the picture and nodded. "Unbelievable, mate."

…..

Juliette found herself in the third class general room seated next to Tommy. He had spent most of the day telling her stories of his life in Ireland. The more he told her, the more fascinated she became. Listening to Tommy was like visiting Ireland itself, something that she seriously doubted that she would be able to do in her lifetime. It was enough to have even gotten to see England.

Fabrizio was talking to the girl known as Helga, trying to communicate with her. Juliette had to admit that maybe there was some success there. And Jack was sitting on the opposite side of them, drawing a picture for a little girl known as Cora.

It was a very lively atmosphere and Juliette loved it. Nothing got her down, not even the strange looks that crew and some passengers gave her. She may be black, but that didn't matter to Tommy and his friends. They saw her as beautiful. That alone made her day.

Suddenly, the room grew quiet. Tommy's voice left off as he looked towards the entrance and his eyes widened. Helga directed Fabrzio's attention to the door. Curious, Juliette looked and gasped in surprised. Walking towards them, or rather towards Jack, was the redhead girl from first class. They all watched as she approached Jack, who looked up from what he was doing and stared at her, also in shock.

Juliette watched as the artist got to his feet to meet the girl that had captured his attention the day before.

"Hello Mr. Dawson," She said, obviously just as nervous as Jack must be.

"Hello again," Jack smiled, pleased to see her.

"May I speak with you?"

"Yes."

Juliette bit back a giggle as Jack just stood there staring at the girl, obviously at a loss for words.

"In private?"

"Of course," Jack said, gathering up his portfolio and giving Tommy a look before following the girl out.

"I guess there are some angels flying around somewhere," Juliette giggled, happy and concerned for Jack at the same time. Happy that he got to see the girl again, yet concerned, knowing how the girl's people must see Jack, even though the girl seemed to genuinely like him. "I just hope he knows what he's getting into."

"Girls like that are nothing but trouble," Tommy sighed, concern for his friend clear in his voice.

"So are the men," Juliette mumbled, again thinking of Micheal. She sighed and shook the thoughts out of her head. Why was she always thinking about that man? She was here on the grandest ship in the world, being flirted with by a gorgeous Irishman. Making friends that saw her as something more than a servant girl. No more thinking of Micheal. For now on, all of her attention will be in the here and now. With Tommy.

"So lassie, what now? Surely you don't want to spend all of your time down here with us wankers, do you?" Tommy asked.

"I don't mind," Juliette shrugged. "Do you have an idea of what we can do next?"

"How about you show me the second class, yeah?"

Juliette laughed. "And how am I supposed to get you up to second class? The only reason I'm allowed down here is because they think this is where I belong..."

"The same way Jack's girl is probably getting him into first. Let's just walk there..."

Juliette paused and thought about it. Tommy may have a point. "Okay...let's go now and get this over with..."

Tommy just smiled and followed Juliette as she got up and walked up out of the third class general room and upon deck. She took Tommy's hand and together, they walked to the second class entrance. Looking left and right to make sure that no one was looking they both walked upon to the second class deck.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Tommy grinned.

"Don't be so happy just yet. You can still get booted back down to steerage," Juliette warned. "I say just keep quiet, at least when crew members are near. That accent is a dead giveaway."

"You don't like my accent?" Tommy gasped, pretending to be offended.

"I happen to love your accent. But I haven't met too many people from second class with the same Irish brogue to their voice."

"I suppose you are correct there. Still, it should be easier to fit in here than in first class. Just think of what Jack must be going through, up there with all those swells."

"You're worried about him?"

"Aren't you?"

Juliette had to admit that she was. She couldn't help it. Jack was kind and sweet. He didn't deserve what they most likely had in store for him. He was stepping into the snake pit and he doubted that Rose would prepare him for it.

"Yes, I am. But you know, Jack has one of those personalities that make you like him. He's been on his own all this time...I am sure that he knows how to handle himself in tough situations. We Americans are pretty savvy folk," Juliette chuckled. "He'll probably be alright. He'll have the whole first class charmed."

"He certainly has you charmed," Tommy stated, feeling the sting of jealousy, thinking of how Jack had drawn her picture and how impressed she was and how she had blushed when he had called her pretty.

Juliette stared at him amused. Looking at him, she saw the jealousy and couldn't help but think it was cute. "Oh my god, you're jealous!"

"What? Of that skinny little American? He doesn't even have an accent," Tommy scoffed, trying to hide the truth. He blushed when she laughed, a beautiful melodic sound if he had ever heard one.

"Yes you are! You're jealous! I hear it in your voice and your cheeks are red with embarrassment! You are so jealous of Jack. It's kind of adorable," Juliette giggled.

"Don't flatter yourself, lassie," Tommy sniffed, not really wanting to admit to it. "Why would I be jealous?"

"He's insanely handsome. Those blue eyes...that smile...no matter what that girl came to third class to search him out. Not to mention, his artistic talent. Artists are known for recognizing true beauty, you know."

"Is that so?" Tommy frowned, his jealousy increasing a little, pinking his cheeks even more.

"Yes...but you know what else? I don't think he's half as adorable as you are right now, all mad and jealous..."

Tommy grinned, the jealousy beginning to fade. "Ah! You admit it! You think I'm adorable! Hah!"

Juliette just shrugged. "I'm not the only girl on board this ship that thinks that most likely. In fact, you should have no trouble finding a ship side romance of your own."

She winced as she too felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of Tommy finding another girl to spend his time with. Someone new to flirt with, tell his stories too, and make melt with that beautiful accent of his. Someone who didn't have all this baggage...most importantly, someone of the same race.

"To be honest, I am already working on my own ship side romance."

Juliette frowned. "You are?"

Tommy nodded with a cheerful grin. Of course, he was talking about Juliette, but he wanted to see if he could make her jealous. "Yes. She's a right pretty lass with the biggest brown eyes that you have ever seen. Looking into them is like pulling on the warmest coat on a winters day...and her smile...brighter than the sun. Her lips...they're the kind that a bloke can kiss forever..."

Suddenly Juliette felt angry. If this girl was so wonderful, why wasn't he off spending time with her then? What was he doing with her anyway? "Well why aren't you off with her then?"

"Who says that I'm not?" Tommy winked, as Juliette came to a stop as he walked ahead, a pleased smile on his face.

Juliette stared after him. He couldn't have possibly been talking about her? Could he? She was afraid of the answer to that question. What if he was talking about another girl? Then again, what if he wasn't. What if this girl was her?