Hey sorry I haven't updated in a while I have been mega busy with schooling, exams and Christmas but I'm back now and updating again. This chapter is called A Shock Meeting, so yeah read review and I will update soon.

Chapter 4- A Shock meeting

It was not unusual for Rose to wake up to an empty bed. Cal left for work early in the morning before she even had the chance to say goodbye. She stroked the pillow where Cal had rested his head. She smiled and inhaled she could still smell him, rolling over, Rose glanced at the clock. Seven thirty, Jasmine would be waking in half n hour or so. She sat up and scratched her head, leaning over she pulled the bell which led directly down to the servant's quarters.

Rose listened out for the pitter patter of the maid's feet. Sure enough she heard the familiar sound of Kate rushing up the stairs and then knocking at the door.

"Come in," Rose called she was already in position ready to be corseted when the friendly maid appeared in the doorway.

"Morning Mrs Hockley," She said cheerily.

"Good morning Kate,"

Kate had been Rose's maid for seven years, when Trudy tragically died on the Titanic; Cal was quick to begin advertisements for a new maid. Rose of course mourned the death of the maid who had been her server and friend for years, but she knew she had to find a replacement or she would not be able to dress on a morning.

Kate was lovely, she was small and dainty. She started working for Rose when she was fifteen, and the thing that made her stand out, was her friendliness and bubbly personality and the ability to get on with her work. Cal had even warmed to the funny, young maid.

As Rose was corseted, Kate was full of conversation. She was happy working for this family, they treated her properly, they listened to her and seemed interested in what she had to say. Not many first class families treated their servants like this she was lucky.

"I tell you what Mrs Hockley; I was scared when you had me ring for the doctor yesterday for Miss Jasmine. You wouldn't know half the things that crossed my mind," Kate chatted, tightly pulling the lace at the back.

Rose clung to the bed post, "I don't think I would want to Kate, I'm just glad she's fine."

"Any plans for today?" Kate asked pulling again, Rose gasped as her body was pulled in, several years of wearing these things and she still wasn't used to the pain.

"I'm taking Jasmine to the park again; it's such a fine day again a bit of fresh air will do her good."

"Aye it will, I used to love taking my brother and sister to the park, watching them running around like loonies,"

"How are Jacob and Alisa?" Rose asked, it had been a while since Kate had mentioned them.

"There doing great, Jacob turned thirteen last week and Alisa has just left school, getting her trained up for domestic duties. They're growing fast,"

"Domestic duties? Why isn't she going to finishing school, you told me how well she was doing and how much she enjoyed it?" Rose asked totally unaware of the ridiculousness in her questioning.

Kate snorted "My family can't afford to send her to finishing school, it's taking my pa's wages and my wages to keep her in education for six years, now she's eleven they had to pull her out fee's go up for girls, especially girls wanting to go to finishing school. We're not as lucky as you, if we had a spare dime it would be used to keep her out of domestic duties, it's all about money," Kate explained saddened by her family's fate.

Rose felt guilty and rude, poor Kate, poor Alisa. "Kate I'm sorry, I didn't think,"

Kate pulled the lace one more time, "It's ok Mrs Hockley, at least you show interest, you're all done,"

The weather seemed even warmer today. Jasmine was kneeling down carefully touching some flowers. A butterfly was resting on one of them and she didn't want to scare it away. Rose was sitting on the bench watching her; she smiled as the butterfly flew from the flower and fluttered round Jasmine for a bit before flying off. Jasmine continued to look at the flowers, when Rose could feel someone's presence, she carefully turned her head to the side and there was a man sketching away on the bench at the other side of the park. He was sketching Jasmine. Rose was taken aback by this man it took a moment to register who it was. Jack. She had only spoken briefly to Jack yesterday and she had hoped to see him again, it had been a long time.

She stood up and straightened her dress before making her way over; she let out a sigh as it was becoming more recognisable that it was Jack with each step. The years had been good to him he had barely aged at all. What he would be in his late twenties now?

"Well well well we meet again Mr Dawson," Rose smiled as she stood at his side.

Jack raised his head and paused from sketching while he looked at this woman, who was she and why did she act as if they knew each other? They had only met yesterday when he had helped her kid.

"Hi," Jack smiled squinting his eyes at the sun,

Rose felt disappointment, it had been seven years since they had last properly seen each other, and all he could say was hi. Then Rose realised the last time they spoke, she had pushed him away and gone back to Cal when he had told her he loved her. That couldn't have been easy for him. Rose turned her attention to the drawing. Jasmine was kneeling on the ground looking at the flowers, her hat was tilted on her head and he had even drawn all the folds in her dress and the bows on her socks. He had almost all the features right on her face, it was amazing.

"May I see?" Rose asked holding out her hand,

"Err sure," Jack said with uncertainty gingerly handing her the sketchbook it was rare he let strangers see his work, but there was just something about her that wasn't stranger like.

He watched her face as she studied his work. Her emerald eyes stared into the page and she had dimples where she smiled, her skin was a rosy complexion and her smile was dazzling.

"This is amazing Jack, you never lost your talent," Rose handed it back to him.

"I've always drawn, my art is the only thing I can go by on my life," He sighed,

Rose felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt come over her. Now was the time to explain herself and make him understand, why she did what she did. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

"I owe you an apology for what I did," She began; Jack looked at her confused, he raised his eyebrow but she didn't notice.

"I'm sorry I did that Jack, I had to go back I loved Cal, he wasn't what he seemed he's changed and..."

"What the hell," Jack interrupted, Rose stared at him he didn't look angry he just looked really confused. "Whose Cal, go back where, in fact who even are you?"

Rose gasped; she stared at him wide eyed. Everything she had shared with him and he was acting like this she didn't understand she felt faint at the prospect of him erasing his mind of her.

"What do you mean who am I, Jack, are you been serious? It's only been seven years. It's me Jack it's Rose."

Jack looked at her with a blank expression he really didn't know he she was. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"How could you forget me?"

There's chapter 4. I thought it went quite well comment and tell me what you think it only takes like a few seconds and I would really appreciate it. Chapter 5 coming soon

Leah