Holly
After dressing Olivia to go to afternoon tea, Holly once again made her way out onto the deck. Although she was officially a first class passenger, she was nowhere near comfortable enough to join them for tea. Not that Olivia would allow her to anyway.
She sighed lightly as she reached where the first class deck overlooked the third class deck. She was not looking forward to meeting the steerage man Tommy for dinner. It was not her fight and she was unsure as to why she was drawn into it. It was obvious to her that Mr. Tommy was interested in Olivia, so Holly did not understand why he was paying her so much attention.
And so she thought about dinner tonight, wondering if the other two boys would be there with them. She had rather hoped they would, as it would be less awkward and Mr. Tommy would maybe talk to them instead of her. Which was doubtful, as he seemed keen to get information out of Holly about Olivia. Nevertheless, she would unfortunately have to suffer through dinner and then she would be home free. She would hopefully be able to talk some sense into Olivia, and make her see that it's not proper for a girl of her status to be visiting a boy of his.
She walked up to the railing on the side of the ship and looked over, seeing only ocean for miles and miles. Not quite sure what she was doing, she looked over even farther to see the ship meet the ocean. It frightened her to no end, which is why she was so shocked that she did not immediately pull back and just stood there, staring down with such intensity.
"You alright, Miss?"
The sudden voice frightened her and caused her to shriek rather loudly and jump, pitching her forward and farther over the rail.
"Whoa! Steady there!" Hands encircled her waist and brought her back down on the deck.
She turned around to stare at the officer she ran into on the first day, Officer Moody.
"You alright?" he asked, once he saw that she had calmed down.
"Yes, quite fine, actually. You just gave me a fright is all," she replied, clutching her chest in an attempt to calm her speeding heart.
"Oi! What's all the screaming down here?"
Holly looked beyond Officer Moody to see two more crew members running their way, Mr. Lowe from before and an unknown steward.
"Sorry, sir. I wanted to make sure Miss- I'm sorry, I'm not sure of your name, Miss," Mr. Moody said apologetically, turning to Holly.
"Holly, Holly Spencer," she muttered quietly.
"Yes, I wanted to make sure Miss Spencer was alright and she must have been so deep in thought that I surprised her, is all," Mr. Moody finished.
Mr. Lowe looked over Holly, deemed that this was the truth, and turned back to Mr. Moody.
"You seem to find yourself in the company of Miss Spencer often, eh Jamie?" Mr. Lowe smiled, raising his eye brows suggestively.
Holly blushed as Mr. Lowe's companion laughed.
"Oh shut it, Harry. Both of ya," Mr. Moody laughed.
"Well, Miss Holly Spencer, I am sorry to take your new friend away, but Mr. Moody must finish his rounds. If you would like, I can find a steward to escort you back to your cabin?" Mr. Lowe asked politely.
"No, that is alright. If you'll excuse me, " she said quietly, stepping around the three gentlemen.
She felt the eyes of the three men on her as she made her way down the deck. Once she was out of their eye sight, she slowed her pace. As she passed the dining hall, she peeked in and saw Olivia having afternoon tea with the rest of the first class companions she had made for the trip. After tea, Olivia would join them on a walk around the first class decks, and then come back to the suite for a quick nap before waking up and bathing for dinner. Oh, the fruitless existence of the first class lady.
Holly made it back to the room and saw that it was almost 2:30. That gave her an hour before Olivia would be back, most likely escorted by some rich, important man, no doubt. She pulled out her book, The Awakening by Kate Chopin, and walked out to the private promenade deck. Setting herself comfortably in her chair, she began reading.
Some time later, she heard the door open and Olivia's voice floated through the suite, thoroughly thanking someone. The door then closed and Holly took this as her cue to get up and greet Olivia.
"Have a nice lunch?" Holly asked politely as she followed Olivia into the older girls bedroom.
"I did, actually. It was not near as boring as some of the others," Olivia sighed as she stood with her arms out.
Holly walked up to her and began to undress her for her nap, once again putting her into her afternoon nap clothes. After Olivia was in her bed, Holly walked back out to the main living room. She almost went back of to the boat deck, but did not want to run into those officers again, so she instead decided to take a nap herself.
Instead of going into her room and lying down, she lay on the couch in the main room in case Olivia woke up and needed something.
Barely ten minutes had passed before there was a quiet knock on the door. Holly groaned as she picked herself off of the couch and walked sluggishly to the door. On the other side stood a young man, perhaps only a few years older than Olivia. He was very handsome, with dark brown hair to rival her own that was slicked back, and bright shining green eyes.
"Good afternoon. Is a Miss Olivia Mae Hamilton in?" he asked, trying to peer around Holly.
"She is. But she is napping. May I ask who is calling for her?" Holly asked.
The young man turned back to her and gave her a once, twice over. He smirked at her in a very unnerving way. It made Holly very uncomfortable.
"Tell her a Michael Haim is calling for her. She will know who that is and wish to be woken," he replied, still smirking.
Holly didn't move, hesitating with her hand on the door.
"Now, if you would please," Mr. Haim said, shooing her off very condescendingly.
Holly gave him one last look before trying to shut the door to go get Olivia. Mr. Haim, it seemed, had other plans. He stuck his foot in the door, preventing it from shutting.
"Sir, if you'd please. It is not proper for you to be in this suite, especially while Miss Olivia will be in a state of undress," Holly pleaded, not sure if he'd try to force his way in or not.
"You are right, Miss. But would you have me out in the hallway. What would the other passengers say when they see me out there? What would Miss Olivia Mae say if she'd found you'd allowed me to wait for her in the hall?" Mr. Haim asked, his smirk quickly changing into a very charming smile.
Holly hesitated again, debating what she should do. Olivia was going to be angry either way, because she always was grumpy when she didn't get to finish her nap. But this Mr. Haim seemed confident enough, and Olivia would be angry if he was important and Holly turned him away.
"Alright, sir. But please, wait in this room for a minute or so. I cannot guarantee that she will see you," Holly replied.
He smiled brightly and entered the room behind her. She walked quickly to Olivia's bedroom, opening the door and slipping in silently, closing the door behind her just as quiet. She walked over to Olivia's bed and kneeled down.
"Olivia. Olivia. There is someone here to see you," Holly whispered, shaking her shoulder.
"Well tell them to come back later. Now leave me!" Olivia rolled over.
"He says you will want to see him. He is a Mr. Michael Haim," Holly tried.
Olivia suddenly shot up in bed.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? He is the son of the second richest man on the Titanic, right behind Mr. Astor!" Olivia cried, standing up and trying to fix her hair.
Holly immediately grabbed some of her hair, throwing it up into somewhat of a bun, and gave Olivia her robe to wear out to greet Mr. Haim.
Olivia threw it on and walked out of the bedroom.
"You must be Mr. Haim. I'm Olivia Mae Hamilton," Olivia said, holding her hand out to Mr. Haim.
He gave her a charming smile and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles lightly. Holly heard her give a girlish giggle and rolled her eyes.
"Very charmed, Miss. I was calling to see if you would give me the pleasure of accompanying you to dinner tonight," he smiled.
Holly was shocked to see Olivia actually blush.
"I would be very honored to accompany you, Sir," Olivia giggled.
"Good. I will be back here at 6:00 to escort you to dinner. Take care, Miss," he smiled, and shooting Holly a wink, turned and left.
Olivia let out a giddy giggle and fell onto the couch, smiling happily.
"Oh, isn't he just the sweetest? I had been hoping to gain his attention earlier at lunch but I thought that my advances were in vain," Olivia sighed.
"May I remind you, Miss, that you are betrothed to another and that philandering around with another man might not be looked upon to kindly by some," Holly said, standing beside the couch.
"Oh come off it, Holly. He's just escorting me to dinner. It's not like we're going to have sex in the hallway or something," Olivia replied.
Holly blushed at the crude comment.
"You are such a prude, Holly. Honestly, if you don't lighten up, no man will have you," Olivia laughed, standing up and going back into the bedroom.
Holly lay back down on the couch but before she could even close her eyes, Olivia poked her head back out of the bedroom.
"Oh, Holly. Don't go to sleep. I want to make sure you wake me up by four o'clock so I can start getting ready early. Can't have you falling asleep and not waking up in time, can we?" Olivia asked.
"No, we can't have that now," Holly grumbled, sitting up and grabbing her book.