Clara Dawson
A/n: Hey, I'm updating again, today. I feel really bad about taking so long all the time, so here we are. And thanks for the two reviews so far! -smiles-
Disclaimer: I own nothing Titanic. Now go…read?
Chapter Twelve
I fiddled nervously with the lace of my new dress. It looked just as wonderful as it had the day Amelia had helped me pick it out at the boutique. But I didn't feel so wonderful. Ever since I had seen Jack two days ago, I had been concerned for him. I'd seen him in pain before, whenever he spoke of that woman to me, but the last time had been worse. Much worse. I wondered briefly what my mother would think when the mysterious friend I had invited, turned out to be a full grown man. I'd just have to wait and find out.
I looked myself over in my mirror. The pink lace of my dress hung on my frame delicately, contrasting perfectly with my skin and hair tones. I noticed my eyes were shining. I was fifteen now! How exciting was that? It wasn't even the party I was looking forward to. It was seeing Daniel. I hadn't seen him at all yesterday. My hair was pulled back with a ribbon that matched the floor length dress. A few stray waves framed my face. My being clumsy and all, I wasn't too sure about the shoes. They were rather high! I knew I would fall at least once today.
Hearing voices downstairs, I turned to go out the door. And stopped dead. I spied my face in the mirror. I saw something that reminded me of someone I knew. Just by my expression. Or maybe it was of someone I didn't know at all! My father, perhaps? I had never noticed until now. I didn't look quite so much like my mother at that moment. A little hint of someone else was shining through. My heart soared. This was the one thing I had wanted for so long. To catch a glimpse of my father in me. Now I could make out more of a detailed image of him, in my mind. I kept it close to me throughout the day.
A/n: Sorry, it's short! Mostly, just a filler. Was it any good? Meh. Thanks again, guys.
Rory